Logs:Dating Advice
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| RL Date: 12 November, 2015 |
| Who: C'ris, K'zin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: C'ris is nervous about his date with Quinlys. K'zin gives him surprisingly good advice. |
| Where: Tidy, Tiny Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 4, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: N'qui/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, T'volt/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions |
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>---< Tidy, Tiny Weyr, High Reaches Weyr >-----------------------------------< The cozy aura continues inside the weyr. The rider's quarters are smaller still than the ledge, with a dragon's couch near the entrance and just enough room for a person to squeeze by it, marked always with fresh scrapes from dragon claws. The back room has enough space for the single bed and the clothes press that occupy it and little else. At least the bed manages to appear comfortable, with a quilt in soft colors and a homemade knitted blanket of greens and blues folded at the end. An adorable little fireplace inset in the wall is ideally located to warm both dragon and rider in the depth of the Reaches winter. It doesn't take long, of course, for C'ris to spill his not-so-secret secret to K'zin along with everyone else that he's told. But there is a date set, this evening, and the bluerider has been busy all day making whatever special arrangements are needed for what he has planned. It's only now that all of the preparation is done and he only has to get himself ready for the night that he has started to get nervous, Mivength begrudging himself to reach out to Rasavyth and request his rider's presence without even leaving the comfort of his couch. It is his rider that can't sit still, considering a half-full bottle of whiskey that he usually keeps on hand for guests, but not opening it for himself yet. C'ris' confession was met by a possibly offensive amounts of "Really?"s, but was (eventually) accepted dubiously as true (trust but verify, with Telavi, later). Rasavyth wouldn't have K'zin miss a moment of this unfolding disas-- event and so despite the slight difficulty the bronze has making a landing on the cozy ledge, he delivers a disheveled bronzerider (looking like he's just woken from a nap with all but the drool drip to prove it) to the weyr. "C'ris?" is called as K'zin makes his way in, unbuckling his hastily donned flight jacket as he comes. "Hey, do you want a drink? I should have a drink, right. But only one drink," rambles C'ris in greeting, those nerves manifesting so easily for those who want to read the bluerider like an open book. He hefts the whiskey bottle up to show K'zin and to offer it out to the bronzerider. "Should you?" is dubious. "Is it tonight? Your 'date'?" K'zin doesn't make airquotes but they're in the slight pause and intonation. "Tonight, yeah. I have everything arranged, except--." C'ris winces, then makes with opening the whiskey bottle swiftly to pour generous glasses for them both. "What do we do with dragons? I want to take her, but what about Olveraeth? And if we go separately, do I-- help her up? Then I am going back to Mivength and that's awkward." He shakes his head, trying to dismiss the worrying thoughts even before he takes a careful sip of his glass and offers the other to K'zin. For all his dubiousness, K'zin must be a good friend because he steps forward to pick up both glasses in one hand and seek the whiskey bottle with his other. "Don't go into this drinking. You'll probably have drinks tonight with her and the last thing you want to do is make an ass of yourself before you even get to the dragons part." He waits for acknowledgement of his wisdom before making answer to the rest. C'ris only frowns, dragging his fingers through hair in a gesture, but he doesn't protest. That must be acknowledgement enough. But then he is looking to K'zin, and admitting, "I can't do this. She doesn't want to date me, anyways. Why am I making her?" K'zin moves enough to set the whiskey at a safe distance before turning back to the nervous bluerider. "You can do this. You will do this, C'ris," this requires the bronzerider to cross back and place firm hands on the other man's shoulders to give him an earnest look. "Listen, Quinlys doesn't do anything Quinlys doesn't want to do short of direct orders from the Weyrleaders and even then it takes a genuine threat to her losing something she wants more-- like her job-- to sway her. So if she said yes," don't mind that if, "then she wants to do this. At least enough to try it. And you need to not fuck this up. It's probably her first date since she was young enough for me to be mooney eyed at her for being N'qui's cool big sister." It's probable that the additional details are meant to distract the bluerider from the impending "I'll fuck it up. I can't even figure out dragon transportation, and I am a dragonrider," C'ris breathes out, but it seems that K'zin has made some headway. The bluerider is standing straighter, no longer messing with his hair, and looking directly at the bronzerider. "You and Telavi have been on dates," he assumes. "What do you do?" "It depends on the date now, but in the beginning, we always took our own dragons." K'zin answers. He hesitates a moment and then adds, "Think about it like a dragonrider, C'ris. Olveraeth is her lifemate, just as Mivength is yours. In a way, you're courting the dragon as much as the woman. Some dragons don't like to be included, but don't assume Olveraeth is that way, and Quinlys would probably feel more relaxed to have him nearby. For dragonriders, it's not awkward to travel on your own dragon. Don't help her up - she's a dragonrider, so are you. Now, if you're going somewhere, you can hold the door for her because that's good manners, but don't accidentally make her seem less competent a person or rider by what you would call consideration." Who knew K'zin was such a font of information? "Ok, ok. That makes sense." And working out the details seems to be calming C'ris' nerves, even as he exhales a breath. He drops to sit on the clothes chest, glancing to K'zin. K'zin's hands have long since fallen to his sides. "Just be yourself, C'ris. Quinlys has known you long enough to know she wants to give you a chance. So enjoy tonight. Don't worry about the rest. She's probably freaking out now," he guesses, "so just try to have fun tonight. And if tomorrow you're back to being boss and not-quite-employee then so be it, but at least you'll have given it your all, the best you could've done, right? I mean, if it's not right in the end, you wouldn't want it working out anyway just to have one more date, right?" C'ris' lips flash into a brighter smile, and he has apparently relaxed enough to joke (not-joke), "With her? Maybe I would." A pause, before he adds, "I just want her to have a good time. I want her to give it a chance. And if I start the night off with all kinds of mistakes--." "Well, if you get in bed with her, I expect details." K'zin doesn't joke, but he does move to pick up a glass of whiskey. "Telavi's never been forthcoming," is grumbled, though it's clearly no point of great contention. "Mistakes are going to happen, C'ris. The thing is, if she likes you, she won't mind. Don't you go making a big deal out of them or apologizing too much. She's already said she'll give it a chance by saying she'll go on a date with you, so trust her to follow through. If she can't, there's nothing you could've done about that anyway." "I think, ah, that's unlikely. It's only our first date, and--." C'ris doesn't continue that thought, nor does he promise the details. Instead, he will fall silent to absorb the other man's advice. He repeats, as if to memorize, "Right, no big deal. Mistakes will happen." There's a little choking sound on the whiskey at the first, but K'zin manages to cough and then go back to drinking. "Uh-huh," he assures. "Is that what you're wearing?" had to get asked at some point. Speaking of mistakes, it seems good timing. C'ris picks at his blue sweater for the question, frowning. It is soft, certainly, but it is faded and overworn, some of the threads starting to unravel at the cuffs of his sleeves. "I wasn't sure what to wear. I thought I look good in blue," he answers. "You do, but that sweater looks-- that's the kind of thing you wear when you're lounging around with your long time lover on a lazy day. Not something for a first date," K'zin advises, finishing the whiskey and moving to tap a boot on the clothing trunk. "Show me something else. Something nicer. Not too nice. But not unraveling." He nods the cuffs. "You don't look like you've made an effort, even though you have." C'ris frowns, but he stands to open the trunk. The reason for the frown becomes evident as he starts pulling a very limited amount of clothing from his trunk. There are a few shirts, all of them worn, and only two pairs of pants besides his riding leathers, plain and black. It's his riding leathers that are the most impressive, kept clean and cared for, obviously replaced within the last turn or two. He doesn't even say anything, only picks up a white shirt. K'zin frowns too. He considers what's in the chest. "Okay, those," he points to a pair of black pants, "and I'll bring you a shirt I think will fit." Definitely not one of K'zin's since the bronzerider's muscular frame is both taller and wider than C'ris' trim one. "Suddenly, all those times that it didn't seem worth it to spend marks on new clothes--," C'ris starts, a hint of self-deprecation there as he drops the white shirt back with the others. He glances to K'zin, briefly, even before he adds, "I don't, uhm. You aren't going to go around asking for shirts, are you?" "Yeeeah, every now and again clothes come in handy," K'zin replies. "Rasavyth allots part of my pay for wardrobe improvments," doesn't seem to be a joke. The other part prompts a funny look that isn't quite a squint. "Uh, no. You're a little shorter than my boyfriend, but he keeps a few things at my place that should fit you. There's a blue one that's nice enough to be gather-worthy but not too fancy." "Your boyfriend," C'ris repeats, surprised. Then flushes. And tries not to linger rudely over his surprise for the bronzerider having a boyfriend as he turns back to shoving the rest of his clothes back into the trunk. "Well, tell him thanks for me. I'll owe him." "You'll only owe him if you spill something that stains or if you let Quinlys rip it off you at the end of the night, and if that's the case he might give you the victory discount." K'zin puts humor into his tone. "Didn't mean to surprise you. Just don't talk about him much. Not from here." The boyfriend. "It's, uh. Sorry. I just-- You have Telavi and... you're a bronzerider," answers C'ris with a further hint of apology in his tone for his assumptions, maybe. "I won't spill anything or--. Well. I'll still send it back with some pastries. As a thank you." There's an approving nod for pastries. "He likes the ones with citrus or nuts, but not both together." Then, "I do and I am, but I also have T'volt." K'zin shrugs his shoulders. "One person forever doesn't work for everyone. I'm just lucky I found two people that work with what works for me." "Of course. Sorry, I wasn't trying to--. I am glad you have that," C'ris offers firmly, sincere in that as he finally looks back up to the other rider. "C'ris," K'zin says his name as he meets his gaze, his own eyes with some humor. "It's alright to be surprised. It's just also not-- I'm still just K'zin," who's never hit on C'ris or anything. "I'll go get the shirt." He turns to start toward the ledge but then pauses to point at the whisket, "Do not-" he emphasizes, "drink that." Then he goes. |
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Quinlys (13:24, 12 November 2015 (PST)) said...
Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no.
K'zin (13:32, 12 November 2015 (PST)) said...
YOU'RE WELCOME, QUINLYS~
Alida (15:18, 12 November 2015 (PST)) said...
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Squishy (22:12, 12 November 2015 (PST)) said...
Dead DEAD <3
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