01.Feb.23, 08:50 PM
Of course there would be an interruption just when he was getting somewhere. That was fine, this was fine. S'far could hardly be upset about Cazan trying to be productive and getting work done, even if her timing left much to be desired. The sudden appearance of the blue flitter had been startling, he'd almost jumped enough that he hit his head on the sturdy desk but a quick flick at the creatures nose had sent it scurrying off quickly enough.
But then there was that familiar hiss and S'far was sure the jig was going to be up. He was not about to keep quiet just so that bronze beast could chew and claw at him free reign. Luckily it seemed Cazan and Mulrissa had things in hand, though... wait. That gentle rustle of a bowl. That smacking of tiny lips. Had she given him food? He was going to snack on those! S'far huffed softly without thinking, but luckily it seemed that Cazan was too distracted by gloves or some such trivial thing.
He couldn't help but gently slide his fingers along the Weyrwoman's thighs, quite prepared for a kick. A kick he could be quiet for, since it still had a much more pleasant potential outcome than anything Sir had planned for him. As soon as he heard the door click he started to crawl out from his hiding spot, head popping out and up to peek over the top of her desk. "Think she'll be back? Should I just stay under here and tend to some other administrative functions?"
S'far couldn't help the boyish grin on his face as he turned to bounce his eyebrows playfully at Mulrissa. "Because I couldn't help, but notice... that there are matters that I could really sink my teeth into. Or should I shift my focus? I imagine there are a few things I could hammer away at."
But then there was that familiar hiss and S'far was sure the jig was going to be up. He was not about to keep quiet just so that bronze beast could chew and claw at him free reign. Luckily it seemed Cazan and Mulrissa had things in hand, though... wait. That gentle rustle of a bowl. That smacking of tiny lips. Had she given him food? He was going to snack on those! S'far huffed softly without thinking, but luckily it seemed that Cazan was too distracted by gloves or some such trivial thing.
He couldn't help but gently slide his fingers along the Weyrwoman's thighs, quite prepared for a kick. A kick he could be quiet for, since it still had a much more pleasant potential outcome than anything Sir had planned for him. As soon as he heard the door click he started to crawl out from his hiding spot, head popping out and up to peek over the top of her desk. "Think she'll be back? Should I just stay under here and tend to some other administrative functions?"
S'far couldn't help the boyish grin on his face as he turned to bounce his eyebrows playfully at Mulrissa. "Because I couldn't help, but notice... that there are matters that I could really sink my teeth into. Or should I shift my focus? I imagine there are a few things I could hammer away at."