Logs:Broken boundary, busted brow
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| RL Date: 24 June, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, K'zin, Ilicaeth, Rasavyth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Alida comes to question K'zin about his slipperiness over the past month and some. It doesn't go well, but at least K'zin's nose isn't broken at the end. |
| Where: Questionably Painted Weyr (K'zin's), High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 1, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: C'wlin/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, Madilla/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Aishani/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Lots of language, mild violence. |
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| Though there's the occasional rumble of thunder and flash of lightning amidst the snow squall, Ilicaeth is still a-wing, the blue flicking himself from his own ledge to Rasavyth's with minimal sound and economy of motion. With care, Alida descends from her lifemate's neck to the granite, then stepping quietly within. She's not sneaking, not at all...but moving with the graceful ease of a hunting cat that's already fed, and looking for someplace to hang out in the shade. Quiet, still. While Ilicaeth curls up into a tight ball as close to the entrance as possible, his human takes her time with a slow, casual eyeballing of the weyr which K'zin calls home...a slender brow of hers arching somewhat to find Rasavyth not at all in attendance of his couch. A silent alert is sent to her dragon, telling him to keep alert for the slender bronze, even as the blonde takes in what's been done (or not) with the many-roomed place since she was last inside. There's much changed since the blonde's last visit. Two murals are sanded away and the walls primed for replacement. Of course the humping has been left for last on the largest wall. A head poked into the 'spare' bedroom shows it's completed transformation into a training room complete with equipment and mats covering the spacious floor. There are some familiar things too. Nothing's changed in the bedroom where K'zin is sacked out under the quilt. And if she's never seen his bedroom? Well, the humping murals of the main cavern have nothing on the graphic nature of the murals that are illuminated by the crackling of the fire in the hearth, shadows of flame dancing across the entwined painted limbs. A workout room, eh? She'll have to utilize it, since her own place is pretty much one large 'room', and cannot hold all the equipment she'd like. "Sweet fuckin' Faranth's headknobs..." the blonde murmurs very softly to herself when she finally gets to the area K'zin uses as his sleeping area, those lurid murals inspiring a mixed reaction of dark humor and some leftover holder's disgust within her. Still, she's here on a mission, and as such, Alida's focusing on her sleeping partner in crime - asleep in his bed - and observing the depth of his state of slumber. Some easy shifts of her hunter's form soon enough net the woman a chair, which is placed backwards, quietly upon the floor, soon to be followed by her rump settled upon it. With the back of the piece of furniture facing Waki - her straddling it and facing him, as well - the woman settles in for a little bit of waiting and assessing of her fellow weyrling. The chair is a sturdy one, and placed with a desk off to one side of the sleeping room. It looks to have a little smithwork to it to allow the back to change positions. In the dim light, it's hard to tell just how it might work. K'zin is well asleep, it seems. Then again, the way he's sprawled on the mattress that's big enough for at least four or five people to sleep comfortably on, it looks like he came in, stripped off his clothes (and indeed, there they are on the floor in a warning pile next to the bed). If her purpose in coming is anything more than stalking him while he sleeps, she might have to take some kind of action to effect some wakefulness. That-- or, is that bronze wings in the sky circling slowly downward? In the storm it's hard to tell. And C'wlin's ledge is quite close, so it could be Athimeroth or some other bronze, couldn't it? If it's even a bronze. Even in the thundersnow, dragon eyes are pretty keen, and Ilicaeth's once-lidded gaze performs a constant patrol of the skies in all directions for signs of someone perhaps coming to roost on the ledge. Since nobody's backwinging yet, he'll not raise any alarm to his rider. Deeper inside, Alida's had about 5 minutes to note that Waki's snoozing deeply, the woman taking in his breathing pattern, the rise and fall of his chest, and any little sounds or motions he might make. Nope, he's not developed (and perhaps never will) her perhaps odd little sense that more often than not alerts the blonde's subconscious that something's amiss... Which is why the guard plucks a piece of leftover beef jerky from its wrap within one of her jacket pockets, aims, then tosses it firmly at the bronzer's face. Smack. The chunk of jerky finds a spot just a little off center. Off center enough that it hits K'zin's eye which has him yelping out of sound sleep to sit bolt upright in the bed, one hand clapped over the eye. The jerky slides down the pillow and hides itself conveniently where pillow and mattress meet. "Jo, what the sharding hell--" The bronzerider swears, rubbing at the eye that got plinked by jerky as the other searches nearby and finds not brunette but blonde straddling the chair. "Oh, Faranth's fleet fuckings, not you, too. Don't tell me you've decided to adopt the habit of visiting at indecent hours, too." Not that he's made himself available during decent ones. The sudden sitting had the quilt sliding down to bunch in his lap leaving his chest bare and in the cast of the firelight, there are some marks there. Bruises not made by Alida's fists, just here and there, some larger and some smaller. Another bit of a brow-raise occurs, this time for K'zin's mentioning Jo, and the blonde's mouth quirks into a knowing little smirk while her eyes can't help but examining those various bruises upon his form. After a few moments, Alida notes dryly, "Wish I could claim t've left those..." One lazy-seeming finger lifts, points out those specific bruises she knows are not her own handiwork, the guard's hand then resettling lightly atop the back of the chair. "Looks like y've flown the coop. Whazza' matter; ain't I brutal enough fer yer tastes?" Smirk. K'zin's hand drops away from his eye, apparently no lasting damage done. He looks confused as she starts to speak, and then realizing what she's pointing out, he grabs for the quilt, starting to draw it up. The effort, he realizes, is futile, though, she's already seen them, so the blanket is let go and he settles for rolling his shoulders back in what might be a shrug, but given that it's followed by a movement of his neck from side to side and a couple satisfying cracks, maybe it was just a stretch. "Nah. Just putting the things you taught me to use. 'Sides, if I only ever saw just your style, I'd be out of luck when it comes to finding someone else not trained as a guard, wouldn't I." It's logical, right? It sounds good. Too good. Too perfect. His look is the guise of casual, but there's an edge of guardedness. "You're welcome to give me some more sometime. Or try. I'm getting better." But then, given where he started and the evidence of the bruises, not that much better. She lets him speak, react while she sits a little more upright upon that chair, Alida's boot soles placed lightly upon the rocky floor, her knees bent...even as her chin comes to rest upon two hands now placed upon that chair back. The bluie's observing him quietly, greens flicking over every detail she can drink in, her hair-hidden ears perked for each sound. And after yet another small play of seconds, the once-holder notes crisply, "Bullshit." Her level gaze remains affixed to the other weyrling's browns, her chin lifting, hand moving to smoothly nab another piece of jerky from inside her coat. "You ducked outta' the hatching feast." And perhaps even let a few females down, as he never came back to dance...though 'lida looks about as bland as a vanilla yogurt. "I wanna' know why you've been so...sparse, lately." "No, truth." K'zin insists, and there's something now in the way his brows fold that say 'half-truth' at any rate. "I've just been busy," Then comes the lame excuse. It's certainly one of the least creative he's offered. "Ras got called back to the Weyr during the feast, so we came. Turned out to be a false alarm, but then all that traveling back and forth, just was too tired to safely manage." It's, again, a clever story that covers the bases. Thoroughly plausible and safety first, of course. But it doesn't sit right. Then he flops back into the bed. "You're making me miss my beauty sleep, blondie." He bemoans, throwing her a glance that holds some humor, trying to lighten the mood. "Did you come here to demand your promised dance or something?" Because surely it has nothing to do with him being a slippery son-of-a-bitch partner lately. Again, Alida is silent through everything, letting Waki either repudiate or incriminate himself via his own actions, words, the blonde gnoshing down on her piece of jerky, in the meantime. Once both of them are done, "You think I enjoy missin' out on my fourty winks, either?" Still, there's an issue to be taken care of, and the subtle set of the bluie's jaw just might indicate her tenacious personality and her need to get down to the heart of the situation. "Y'know," is quite casually observed, "My da' used ta' say that he found it sadly, but usefully appropriate in his duties ta' assume everyone was guilty until proven innocent." The flat look on her features, in the tone of her voice, and in those merciless green eyes give K'zin no quarter. K'zin's sigh is dramatic, "I've been sparse because I've been busy." This, at least, is absolute truth. His eyes roll and then return to the bluerider. "And as soon as the things that keep me busy become anything other than things that keep me busy, I'll let you know." He pushes himself up onto his elbows. "You seem frustrated," the bronzer observes. "What's wrong?" Other than him. "Didn't you get laid at the hatching feast or something?" There's some bit of anger slowly growing within the woman, for - at Waki's response - Alida's eyes flash, and she slinks to her feet, and starts a bit of pacing before that bed K'zin's currently residing within. "D'ya remember telling me once that you'd found it tough ta' trust me further because I wouldn't share more with ya?" As she's so very in-obliquely reminding him, she has shared more with him...and now he's holding out on her. And, just for the bronzer's further edification - the bluie stopping before him and leveling her stare on him again - "The more shit you hold back from me, the farther back I'm gonna have ta step and re-assess." A small glare is given to the bronzling. "So ask yerself, 'How far do I wanna alienate 'er?'" Whoa; speaking of alienation! That last sentence from the bronzling has the fiery fury within the guard rising to the surface in unchecked brightness for the first time they've known one another. With ferocious alacrity, the woman's nearly upon him, in that she's pretty much nearly up in Waki's grille, and then solidly backhanding him across the cheek and jaw. Her jaw is set and hard, and her eyes blaze. There might have been more conversation, more slippery responses, or maybe even more explanations, but the swing of Alida's arm puts an end to that, for the moment. K'zin's improved, obviously, because as the hand starts to fly, he starts to twist at the middle, bringing up the nearest arm as a guard. The instinct is there, but it's not fast enough. Smack! Hard enough that the guarding hand goes to his mouth and fingertips come away bloody. It's half-instinct and half-intent when he rolls back toward her, sitting up to grab with his nearest hand at the jacket closure at her front. "What the fuck, Alida?! It was a fucking joke!" Waki and his troublesome comedic timing. Once her hands are in motion to do something about the grip, his opposite hand comes up to snag the back of her collar and with a sharp yank, he brings her onto the bed. "You're the one who said you were ready to turn tail and transfer if shit didn't improve, so what fucks do you give what I'm doing for my home?" He demands as the move is made. That roll back towards her triggers Alida's response, the bluie's other arm moving in to sweep away that grab at her jacket as she steps back, away from K'zin's longer arms...but not quite before his hand nabs her collar. Yanked down at least partially, the guard slips another notch closer towards rage, and yet also more towards her honed techniques..a mix of cool professionalism and fierce individualism. The male weyrling's blurt of 'just kidding,' as well as his more or less calling her a coward (at least in Alida's ears) seal the next happenings. A headbutt tends to do more harm than good to both giver and recipient, but since the woman and Waki are both in action, her aim for his precious, and twice pre-broken nose is off just enough that said headbutt (from a very hard head, indeed) connects with the bronzling's orbital socket, instead of his schnoz. One of her own hands is - at the same time - fisting up, pulling back to land a brutal punch anywhere possible on his torso, while the other hand grabs around the back of the weyrling's neck, and holds him close. He can't get away, and while Waki's naked, Alida has knives and leather all about her. Whether her fist lands or not, the blonde barks hotly into his face, "You fuckin' KEPT shit from me!" "OW!" is the loud complaint as force enough to promise swelling and a black-eye contacts the bones around his eye. "Shit! You do want me blind, don't you!" He accuses just before the wind gets knocked out of him by the punch that catches him low in the ribs. Another groan and K'zin goes completely limp in her hold. Did she kill him? Even if she didn't, he's suddenly a whole lot of dead weight. Dead, silent weight. Is he even breathing? It's only after her own head is ringing, smarting soundly...and after she's driven the voice and fight out of K'zin that Alida's rolling, jerking her form away from the bronzling, and off the bed...out of retaliation and/or grabbing range. A quick stagger up to her feet - arms akimbo, head tucked in some for another quick move, if needed - lets her regain her center and senses, those heated greens stabbing her 'conversational' companion for signs of returned fight. When all she gets is silence and stillness, that gaze finally edges over into cautiously assessing mode, checking for the rise and fall of K'zin's chest, the flutter of his eyelids, and other signs of life. She won't get so far as needing to check for signs of life. Once released, K'zin shows all the signs of life, except one: no talking. Without any Holderly shame for his naked body, the bronzerider slides off the bed, snagging up his pants from the ground as he rolls onto his feet and swiftly the things are pulled onto his legs and buttoned. The shirt is next. The eye that took the impact is squinted and the swelling can be seen in the flickering light of the fire. He could've been faking, and the fact that she thought such doesn't speak much for worlds of trust between the two, right now. That he's moving around so much, however, says other things, and - while avoiding looking at anything other than Waki's face as he gets dressed - Alida grumbles low and intense, "I want ta' know why yer bein' so fuckin' slippery, K'zin." The bruise that will develop on her own forehead will be smaller, and lighter than what he's going to get around his eye socket. "Because Alida," K'zin snaps as he flips the shirt right-side out, "I'm doing something that's fucking dangerous and could get me kicked out of the fucking Weyr if I don't do it just right. And I didn't want you to get hurt, killed, or kicked out with me if it's all going fucking nowhere, anyway." He's fuming now. The anger that didn't move him to action before is seething in him now, evident in the sharp movements that have him dragging the shirt up each arm and then over his head to let it fall over his newly (and oldly!) bruised chest. And now that he's out with it, and she's had a little time to rein her tornado-temper back under control... "And y' didn' wanna share that danger with yer friend. Yer right hand." A dark twist of lips and glare in eyes can't quite cover up the fierce determination and loyalty in her clipped, intense tone. She notes his own anger, and gruffly mutters, "How about leavin' that choice ta' me." Snapped suddenly to him, this time with irritation rather than anger, "I might not like it, but I c'n fuckin' recognize if I'm not the type ta' put on some politically sensitive mission." A glare for Waki. "But you fuckin' gotta share with me, Wakizian." Or else terrible misunderstandings and trust issues could likely develop. "Are you?" K'zin's anger flares as he turns, a dark look of his own for the bluerider, marred only by the one squinty eye. "You tell me you want to throw your lot in with mine, but then that if shit doesn't get better around here, you're ready to cut and run and find somewhere warmer and less fucked up. This is my home. That means something to me. It's something I'm willing to fight for, die for, if it came to it." Which hopefully it wouldn't. Just teenage dramatics... right? "Can you say the same? If not, then it doesn't matter what I'm up to because it's not about improving status or our ambitions, it's about getting shit sorted, about understanding what kind of place I'm fighting for. Because I don't fucking recognize this place anymore It's a fucking mad house." Then he's turning away from her to grab up a boot, yanking it onto his foot. She gets pissed right back at him, but for once, Alida can't quite look K'zin in the eye when he brings up her taking off. While he rants, she starts pacing around again, biting back the words that threaten to erupt each time, until the bluie finally loses some control, and barks back, "Fine, damn it! I'm in this if and until this fuckin' crazy place proves that even you 'n I can't rescue its sorry sack uv' an ass!" Because she too is so very not happy with the way shit is going around the Weyr...and because Ilicaeth's always letting her know that this is his home, and he'll fight to win it back from the forces of chaos and all that shit. And because, sooner or later, even Alida has to have a stable base of operations just to keep her sanity. It's the wrong boot. "Faranth's filed fangs!" K'zin swears as he thumps down onto the thick comfy rug (one of many scattered around the weyr) to fumble at the boot, trying to drag it off. It takes him time, and it's clear that his depth perception is affected, but that's to be expected of anyone who's eye is swelling. "Fine! You know you fucking belong here anyway, because you're as fucking crazy as the rest of us." There's a lot of fucks flying around tonight, but-- well, things haven't been going well and none of the fucks are the fun variety. "I can't believe you tried to blind me twice in one night," He grunts as he finally gets the boot off and fumbles further as he reaches for the other. "And you woke me up to do it." He continues to gripe, "And I'm not getting laid for a seven or more thanks to you." He's not accounting for pity sex though, clearly. "I ain't nearly as fucking crazy as half the shits in this Weyr..." Alida growls out in surly fashion, then suddenly snarking at Waki as she notices him exchanging boots. "Fuck up..." is snerked at him, a caustic bark of short-lived humor leveled at the bronzling when he speaks of his eye. "If I was really tryin', you'd be blind, and we wouldn't be talkin', right now." A rictus bit of a grin for that fact, and the bluie winds up rubbing her point-finger and thumb together in what might be an age-old motion that describes a teensie fiddle. "Oh fuckin' cry me a river." Snark. No sympathy from the devil, here. "Naaaah," K'zin's response comes. "I think I'll cry my river tooooo...." He glances over his shoulder so he can watch her face as he says, "Madilla. Who doesn't approve of violence for any reason. What will you tell her, I wonder? Maybe you'll get to graduate with me after all!" There's a pause and a smirk of his own, "Late." Would he really do it? His expression isn't giving anything away. She's a cool cucumber, that's for sure, for when K'zin mentioned bringing the injury up to Madilla, Alida smoothly responds, "Feel free." Is she testing him? Hard to tell, since her 'neutral' facade is currently donned, making her a tough read. "I'll tell 'er that you insulted my honor...pulled me forcefully inta' yer bed." Level greens hold her conspirator's browns, and not one muscle twitches, nor an eyelash bats. Would she really do it? Just as he is, the bluie's inscrutable. "Yeah, right." K'zin snorts, "Because a woman who's known me since I was twelve is going to believe you when you say that's something I'm capable of. I can think of others who would," But he doesn't name names, "But not Mads. You're out of luck, 'lida." Even if it is half truths. "'Sides, no one would believe I could get close enough to pull you into my bed if you weren't there willingly, anyway. Most assume a man who thinks to try is a dead man walking. If you want to get laid," He goes near the topic that started the violence to begin with, "You might try being a little less prickly to the ones with pricks." The a topic switch, but not complete change as he tugs the other boot on and does up the laces, "You approach Zay yet?" This time, when she responds, there's a decent hint of steel behind the guard's alto. "You wanna push it? S'up ta' you." No, she's not backing down. Matter-of-fact, the blonde's presenting an even tougher front. Perhaps it's a good thing that K'zin seems to have her on his side. Best to keep the hardheaded miscreant that way, for self-preservation's sake. As for the rest of the bronzling's words, "Yer assumin' a shell uvva' lot. Remember, assumin' makes an ass outta' U... but not me." A bit of frost and steel remains in her voice when the woman answers back, "Nope. Dunno' what the shell she could tell me that most uv' us don't already know." Beat. "I ain't seen 'er wearin' the Senior's knot." "Well, Wingsecond," K'zin answers as he pushes onto his feet, "Luckily for you, I've acquired a friend or two who are less judgmental about hard objects running into my face at a velocity great enough to cause this kind of damage. So how about you see to it that I have the next two days off from duties and I'll sort out some story that keeps you from ending up with your ass in the fire. Last time I checked, headbutting one of your wingmates isn't an appropriate form of reprimand, no matter how bad or badly timed the joke was." He tucks the shirt into his trousers as he goes on, "Talk about assuming, you're the one who barged into my weyr while I was asleep." Then there's a roll of his eyes, "Not about-- whatever you're talking about," He doesn't even know. "Approached her about taking a tumble before the boys start chasing tail. I'd put marks on Ras chasing the next green that goes up. Won't be long now." "Are you tryin' ta blackmail me, wingrider?" Alida notes around a faint grin that wasn't there just moments before. It looks much more shark-like than honest, and it doesn't touch her eyes. A look over her shoulder towards the ledge soon is followed by a return of gaze to Waki, and a cool and controlled, "If yer really lookin' fer reasons ta' not get either uv us in trouble, I'd suggest notin' ta' the weyrlingmasters that yer' face 'n a random, hard object met up in an unfortunate series uv events." Beat. "And if they notice my noggin' without my riding helmet on, I c'n tell 'em somethin' vaguely similar, yet different enough not ta' raise warning flags." Honestly, she doesn't appear terribly concerned about it. "If someone wasn't so hard ta find these last few sevens, I wouldn't've had to've showed up when I finally knew ya were home just so I could talk." Given her current mood, not even word of pre-Flight sex can get Alida wincing, right now...the female's features remaining stoic. Pause. Snork. "Seriously? Y've been away 'n busy so long tha'cha' can't even keep up t'date on the important happenings atcher' own, beloved Weyr?" Nothing like a little stinging sarcasm to slap the bronzer awake. K'zin can't help but stare-- well, squint-stare-- at the bluerider. "You know that's the same advice that an abuser tells their abused weyrmate, right? Sounds fucking creepy." These words lack humor. He shakes his head, "You really need to get a handle on your temper. Not everyone will be someone's punching bag and not say diddly about it." It's about this time that if Ilicaeth wishes to sound an alarm for the arrival of Ras, he'd be wanting to do so. The bronze blinks in from between; close, too close, some might argue, to his ledge, the cold still wicking off his hide as he lands. The blue is given a look, lidded eyes whirl at middling speed, blue and green with a smattering of red and white, though less frequent. He's agitated to be sure. "You mean with Aishani giving up her knot? Why would I think you should be asking Zay about that?" That's just crazy talk. "Really, this whole thing probably just means she's more stressed than ever and could probably use a good lay." It's at this point that he starts heading for the door. "Except that we're not in a lover's relationship, 'n I wouldn't pull that kinda' shit on someone," Alida glibly reminds K'zin. She almost barks harshly at the bronzer again when he speaks of her temper like that, but the woman pays heed to her blue again, and instead clips off a dark, "If you wanna' tell one uv' 'em, I ain't gonna stop ya'." Stare. 'N if ya feel the need ta' hang one on me, yer free ta do so, this once. Just quitcher' bitchin'." Pause, teeth-grind. "If ya' felt as I do over important shit, and I'd just disrespected ya' and hid important shit from ya, I'd fucking expect y' ta' take a swing at me...friend 'r no friend." And then Rasavyth's arriving, and looking none-too-pleased, judging from those smatters of white and red in his gaze...and Ilicaeth rumbles a subdued greeting to his bronze brother. While informing his rider, as well. Time to go. Back inside, "Yeah. I had no idea why ya' might want that, but I had ta go with the flow." Shrug. "Stressed 'r not, it tosses shit up even more up in the air." After stepping aside for the male weyrling to pass, Alida takes up behind him, though keeping out of range of his angered grasp. Not good for either of them to start thumping on one another again, right now. Things are strained enough. Still... "Is that'cher' answer for every stressful situation, now? Go get fucked?" Eyeroll. K'zin stops just as he comes near her, "That's just it, Alida. We're not lovers. You're not my mother. We're friends. We're new friends. Not even a full turn in. How much shit goes on in your life that I don't know about? Shells, I can't even make a joke about getting laid at a hatching feast without getting clocked, and yet you feel entitled to beat me for a joke and because I have shit going on that I don't tell you about? It wasn't about our deal. You want to talk about being disrespected? Try putting yourself in my shoes. Woken from a sound sleep, demanded answers about how I've been spending my personal time, beaten, and then scolded. Does any of that sound like it would lead me to believe you respect me as a person or a friend?" There's a heavy sigh from the bronzer, "And no. That's not my answer for every stressful situation. I haven't gotten laid in months, and trust me, there's been plenty of stressful situations. Just don't want you ending up ill-prepared when Ilicaeth chases and catches. Trying to look out for you, fucking again. Don't know why I bother. Won't anymore." He gives Alida a long look then, indecisive. The way he puts it sounds so logical...and it likely would be, for anyone but a touchy, tweaked, jaded guard like her. Alida's reality is rather different from the run-of-the-mill one. "Mebee' that it, on the nail head..." the bluie mutters back to K'zin. "Even with a dragon, yer still a civilian." Beat. "I'm not... and that ain't ever gonna change...neither's my past circumstances." And that's her only explanations. A tight little bob of head is given when the bronzling expresses his trying to look out for her, the blonde then simply quieting for a few long moments to look directly into her friend's eyes. Something in those greens of hers looks torn, disheveled, proud, resigned. Finally, "So... Is this where ya' wanna end it?" For someone who looks so strong, so unbending, the conflict and hints of pain and anger in bluie's gaze appear so fragile. Damn that look. K'zin, already wavering, didn't stand a chance. "Fuck." He sighs, "No." It's both resigned and resolved at the same time. "But for the love of Faranth's feminine flower, please work on that whole respect and boundaries thing. I'm not one of your guards." As she said. As if to provide further evidence, he's stepping to close the distance between them and his arms are going around her in a firm hug. Huggin' it out. "And don't look at me with that look. Whatever that look is. It's not fair." "Yer not my kind..." Alida notes with her own kind of resignation, the bluie giving Waki a small nod. A small cough greets his next 'cuss' of the Faranth variety, the guard looking first surprised, then somewhat confused when the bronzer now hugging her says that last bit. "Like what?" she notes gruffly, then finally wrapping her own arms about the taller man, and giving him a slightly more careful squeeze back. Human contact; sometimes, it does a body good. From the sound of her voice, the woman honestly doesn't know what kind of 'look' she was giving him. Perhaps she's becoming a little more human, letting something more of her secret, former life show at various points to a select few. "That girl look." K'zin can't seem to put a name to the look she doesn't know she gave any more than that, so that's the best she'll get as he releases her from the hug. "No more hitting me, either, unless it's in play or in sparring." He adds then, "It gets Ras upset. Me too." Sometimes anyway. But then he's stepping away from her entirely. "Better go get this tended before it gets too bad. Seriously, though, if I'm not back by morning, I expect you to cover my ass for attendance. You're the one that broke me. It's the least you can do." There's a playful edge to the words, but no doubt he means it. He didn't, after all, say who his new friends were or where they were located, but obviously it's going to take a flight of some kind to get to them since he's grabbing his riding jacket on the way to the ledge, Alida following behind. "Whatever..." the woman finally sighs to all these damned requirements of Waki's, Alida's head nodding once at covering for him. "How about just leavin' the whole sexcapades thing alone fer awhile?" she finally mutters out as they step outside into the damned thundersnow. Ilicaeth's more than ready to leave. It might be a grin from K'zin under the muffle of red scarf, goggles, helmet and gear, but whether that grin is agreement to Alida's own condition or not... well, only time will tell. |
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