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26.Jan.12, 11:45 PM
The look that was sent in Talian's direction was not exactly friendly. To be honest, it was probably the exact opposite of friendly with a little dash of impatience to top it off. Erisi was having a rough enough time at doing his own chore. He did not have the time nor the desire to help anyone else with their's, especially some soft-spoken candidate. Erisi wanted to be done with his own chores so he could do nothing else for the rest of the day (which he was still a long way from accomplishing), and chatting it up with another candidate was only going to make things go slower for him. He felt justified in wearing an agitated expression on his face.
Wiping his hands on his pants, he pushed his bangs back out of his face so he could stare the other candidate down more effectively. Really, there was a whole group of weyrfolk in the kitchen, so why did Erisi have to be singled out? It was exactly like the time he had to deal with that bronzerider. People he did not want to talk to always had a way of talking to him anyways. "What do you think I'm cleaning dishes with, my own spit? Of course I have something to hold water in. Great job on asking something we both already know the answer to." Erisi was unimpressed, and probably was not in the best mood to be impressed to begin with.
With a sigh, Erisi considered ending the conversation there and leaving the other man to fend for himself. But, he was in a mood to vent, and there was some poor fool standing next to him to vent at. "I'm a sharding Harper, and I get to do dishes for a living. I am stuck in a miserable makeshift weyr doing dishes. Here, you can have my bucket, dump the crap out of it and refill it, and if I'm lucky maybe that means I'll have no chores for the rest of the day." He threw his arms up in the air in a severe gesture of not caring.
Wiping his hands on his pants, he pushed his bangs back out of his face so he could stare the other candidate down more effectively. Really, there was a whole group of weyrfolk in the kitchen, so why did Erisi have to be singled out? It was exactly like the time he had to deal with that bronzerider. People he did not want to talk to always had a way of talking to him anyways. "What do you think I'm cleaning dishes with, my own spit? Of course I have something to hold water in. Great job on asking something we both already know the answer to." Erisi was unimpressed, and probably was not in the best mood to be impressed to begin with.
With a sigh, Erisi considered ending the conversation there and leaving the other man to fend for himself. But, he was in a mood to vent, and there was some poor fool standing next to him to vent at. "I'm a sharding Harper, and I get to do dishes for a living. I am stuck in a miserable makeshift weyr doing dishes. Here, you can have my bucket, dump the crap out of it and refill it, and if I'm lucky maybe that means I'll have no chores for the rest of the day." He threw his arms up in the air in a severe gesture of not caring.
