29.Aug.12, 09:16 AM
Z'ia's amusement spiked at Erisi's mild response, the bluerider's eyes brightening with the emotion as he ruffled his fingers back through his curly hair. The bluerider had quickly learned not to both playing too coy when he decided he was interested in someone. D'hys was taller, prettier and generally more easily caught the fish. Z'ia didn't like missing out on something he wanted, so tended to throw his interest out there fairly quickly. It was easier. Besides, if they decided they weren't interested, it made the game that much more fun.
She isn't interested. Aveleth told his bonded quietly, curling up and pressing back against the building. Like he expected, his comment didn't make al ick of difference. It's not her interest I'm interested in, Z'ia replied smugly, attention returning to Erisi just in time for the young man to speak. The words had barely finished leaving Erisi's lips before Z'ia gave a highly amused snort of laughter.
Outside, Aveleth echoed the reaction, the usually very reserved young dragon giving a cough and his eyes brightening against the darkness of falling night. Z'ia? Sated? The little man's sex life before Impression may have been near non-existent, but he'd taken to the 'bluerider lifestyle' with enthusiasm (and Aveleth far more blamed D'hys than he did his blue hide for that). Z'ia was always hungry, and being taunted by a sassy greenrider wasn't dampening his desire to shove the little slut up against the wall at all.
"I never snack," Z'ia replied cheerfully, slipping forward with light, poised steps to stand before Erisi. He plucked the piece of fruit delicately from the Harper's fingers, going out of his way not to touch the young man. Green eyes never left Erisi's light blue.
She isn't interested. Aveleth told his bonded quietly, curling up and pressing back against the building. Like he expected, his comment didn't make al ick of difference. It's not her interest I'm interested in, Z'ia replied smugly, attention returning to Erisi just in time for the young man to speak. The words had barely finished leaving Erisi's lips before Z'ia gave a highly amused snort of laughter.
Outside, Aveleth echoed the reaction, the usually very reserved young dragon giving a cough and his eyes brightening against the darkness of falling night. Z'ia? Sated? The little man's sex life before Impression may have been near non-existent, but he'd taken to the 'bluerider lifestyle' with enthusiasm (and Aveleth far more blamed D'hys than he did his blue hide for that). Z'ia was always hungry, and being taunted by a sassy greenrider wasn't dampening his desire to shove the little slut up against the wall at all.
"I never snack," Z'ia replied cheerfully, slipping forward with light, poised steps to stand before Erisi. He plucked the piece of fruit delicately from the Harper's fingers, going out of his way not to touch the young man. Green eyes never left Erisi's light blue.
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia