Logs:Oblivious K'zin is Oblivious
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| RL Date: 16 May, 2013 |
| Who: K'zin, R'co |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Can K'zin really be that naive? |
| Where: Snowasis |
| When: Day 21, Month 9, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: Backscened, played via googledocs. |
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| Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor, and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook. Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern. It's almost like they're real riders now. The majority of the weyrlings have their weyrs and the most cumbersome rules have been dropped. Now they're free to do as they like as long as it doesn't interfere with their duties. Some have taken it as an opportunity to indulge. Others haven't let their newfound freedom change much in their routine, other than where they sleep. K'zin is one of the latter. He's been found in Snowasis at least once a seven, tucked away in a booth, back to the wall and leg pulled up on the bench. There's a notebook in his hand, small, barely noticeable except for those with a keen eye or an interest in getting close enough to strike up a conversation. A piece of charcoal occasionally skates across the page, but not so frequently as to draw attention or to make it seem that the charcoal is bent to any particular task. Mostly, he's people-watching, though there is a glass of untouched beer in front of him. As one of those real riders and turns beyond his weyrling training, R'co is also in the Snowasis, chilling out after another day of drills with Snowdrift. He's stripped of his rider gear but even the scent he's wearing can't quite mask the lingering firestone stench, a trademark that's become part and parcel of being a rider with their Acting Weyrleader's directives, and all. He gets himself a drink - a generous double shot of something amber-coloured in a tumbler - and a quick survey of the bar has his gaze settling on K'zin. A pretty face, a possible artist, all on his own; how can the brownrider resist? He saunters over, slipping unabashedly into the opposite side of the booth, setting his drink down on the table in front of him. "Do tell me you're drawing something awfully interesting?" One of the advantages to people watching is that it affords someone the chance to see an approach coming. So K'zin's brown eyes do recognize the path that R'co is taking him on that ends at the seat across from him. "Something interesting? Nah." His answer comes casually, but the notebook is flipped closed with a flick of his wrist, "Just eyes, and the twists of lips. And ears. I can't for the life of me seem to get ears right. Too many cruves inside curves." He gives a little shrug to his shoulders. "I don't think I've met you before?" The bronzer's baritone lifts in question; weyrbrats know a lot of people who've been here a time, but not always, and who can remember all of them anyway. "Have I? I'm K'zin." He offers. He's not smiling, but neither is he frowning and his tone is friendly enough. R'co gives up trying to see what was being sketched, choosing instead to sit slightly further back, slim-fingered hands clasped around his tumbler where it rests on the table. His blue-eyed gaze remains firmly fixed on K'zin, head canted slightly to the side and lips pursed thoughtfully. "Ears are hard," he admits, "and getting eyes absolutely right can make or break a portrait. Why don't you flip open that book, darling, and sketch me while I'm here? Practice makes perfect, doesn't it?" He raises his glass to his lips, taking a sip. "I think you're too young to remember me, darling - you look all of... 20, perhaps?" Not that R'co looks all that older, as he extends his hand towards the bronzerider. "R'co, and it's a pleasure to meet you, K'zin. Recently returned to the wonderful High Reaches after a good, oh, 13 or so turns elsewhere on Pern - most recently Ista Weyr, where my darling Deveriteauxth found me." His glass is raised for another sip, and he raises one brow up beneath the blonde hair that's fallen forward to cover his eyes. "What do you say, darling? Am I a pretty enough model for you?" "Sure," K'zin's agreement comes readily enough about sketching the man; he needs to practice men anyway, "Though I'm not sure pretty has anything to do with it. Can you even really use that word for a man when you're not meaning to insult him?" The weyrling's inquiry seems genuine enough as he flips open the small sketch pad, again using a thumb and a wrist flick to change pages to a clear one. The bits of images that might be caught vary. Sometimes it's just body parts: eyes, ears, noses, sometimes it's draconic bits: noses, headknobs, tails. None of them are complete images, just scattered practice. He shifts on the bench, turning to face the brownrider and leans his sketchbook against the table. The back of the page before the one he works on has a pair of smoky eyes leering at R'co from just over the edge of the table used for support. "Any particular expression you'd like to be making in the sketch?" The artist queries, tone similar to the clinical of a healer asking where it hurts. "Eighteen," He fills in helpfully. "Just." The charcoal is set aside and his hand is extended across the table. "Well met." The charcoal is reclaimed quickly and brown eyes study the blonde man's face, delving into the subtleties. It might be mistaken for a look that strips a person bare of all their mental defenses and invades the very soul. Or it might just come across as an intent look. Depends on the imagination of the one being looked at. "Ista? How'd you like it there? I'm supposed to go after graduation." It's casual conversation as his charcoal starts to slide across the hidden page. "I'm pretty." Which would be R'co's way of saying it's anything but an insult to him. "I can't help it. Even with my hair all cut short, I still end up pretty. It works, though." He shrugs a shoulder and winks at the young bronzerider, his gaze flickering across the sketches on the pages as they're turned. "Why don't you draw me as you see me, darling? That's always something interesting. I sketch too, though you seem far more accomplished than me; and so delightfully young, too." K'zin's intent look is returned with one that's hazy-eyed, as R'co indulges in some thoughts of his own, or perhaps with his lifemate. "Ista, darling, is wonderful. The forests are just to die for, and there are so many naughty little spots I could show you, where the pools are just perfect for a little... fun, if you know what I mean?" His eyebrows raise, smile growing crookedly. "There's a spot deep in the jungle, oh, a half day's hike or so from the nearest landing spot. But it's beautiful, darling; deliciously shady so as to be just cool enough to give you goosebumps when you're bare, with a gorgeous little waterfall and a plunge pool ringed by rocks covered in the softest moss... darling, anyone would want to be bumped up against them. They're like velvet." "Well, I guess, now that you mention it, I may've referred to myself as pretty to make a girl laugh before." Anything for the cause of smiles on a pretty girl's face. K'zin reaches to scratch his chin lightly with a finger, charcoal held carefully away. "You do?" The weyrling queries, "What kinds of things do you sketch? People? Maybe you can give me some tips about ears." Since he'd previously acknowledged their difficulty. The suggestive nature of the comments about places at Ista are lost on him. "Yeah? Do they have a lot of diving cliffs and stuff? I hear their beaches are pretty awesome." Young, indeed. His words certainly sound it. "I do like hiking." He adds as his charcoal continues across his page. R'co looks curiously at K'zin, as if trying to figure him out; is he being purposely obtuse, or does he really just not get it? "Oh, sweetheart, I'd call you pretty. You have such pretty lips." He cants his head slightly to one side, admiring said feature as he raises his glass to his own. "I sketch anything, really. Or I used to; I haven't for a while, now. No muse, darling. It's terrible. Everything keeps coming out as poetry." The brownrider sighs over-dramatically, leaning back in his chair... which slides his feet forward, under the table. Toes bump against K'zin's feet, and don't jerk back apologetically as would be normal. "Ista has marvellous beaches. They're black, you know, though awfully rough for rolling around on. You want softer sand for that, like in Nerat - though honestly, it all ends up exactly where you don't want it, so the rolling around had better be good to make it worth the hassle." One toe nudges a little more, R'co playing innocent - that's not really K'zin's foot, is it? Can't be! "I adore hiking. We should go on a trek sometime." K'zin's feet shift under the table, perhaps a touch puzzled by the lack of recoil. He rearranges his feet to avoid the brownriders'. "Poetry, hm?" The teen sounds a touch dubious about the idea. Pretty and poetry? His lifemate must either be asleep or having a secret laugh on his rider's behalf because certainly these advances wouldn't be lost on a clever beast like Rasavyth. Sweet, innocent K'zin, however? He just sketches along. "That's a shame. That you don't draw anymore. I can't imagine not drawing now that I draw it." The lad draws on, "Not really the best time of turn for hiking around here. But maybe sometime," He shrugs. "There's a number of us that'd like that sort of thing." Hiking. Not necessarily what R'co has in mind. "I'm not sure as I'd want to roll around in sand. Soft or not. It sort of gets everywhere, doesn't it? At least it does at the lake shore here. I've never been to any other sandy place, except our hatching cavern." "And you wouldn't want to be rolling about in the Hatching Cavern, now, would you?" R'co seems a touch disappointed that K'zin's not playing footsie with him, and so he sits up straight, orders himself another drink, and leans towards the bronzerider again. "How about you and I go on a hike, once you're free? Not here, of course. Ista. Nerat, perhaps. Somewhere with beautiful jungles and juicy fruit we can eat straight from the tree... do you like mangoes, darling? I adore mangoes. Have you ever bitten into a mango that's so juicy, you have to have someone lick it off your chin for you?" And so he tries again, looking pointedly at K'zin. Surely the kid's got to get it at some point? "'Course not. Those sands are sharding hot. I didn't like standing on them," Not that one would have known from the gleeful way he stood on them on Hatching day, "When Rasavyth hatched. I certainly don't want to roll on them." K'zin's nose wrinkles with distaste at the idea. A single brow lifts in consideration of the offer to hike. "Sure. I like hiking," As he's said before. "I've never been hiking outside of 'Reaches sweep, or near the Smith Hall." Does he know what he's just accepted? Probably not. Poor baby probably thinks R'co just wants to hike and not flirt or more. "I can't say as I've ever had a fruit like that," K'zin does laugh at the idea, "But it certainly sounds good." Then again, consider the source: teenager. The point is still lost, it would seem. Will it ever find it's way to K'zin? "Fabulous. It's a date, then? As soon as you can go between." Does it matter that R'co has a feeling K'zin doesn't know what he's in for? Not at all. The brownrider raises his glass to the weyrling, winking approvingly. "I simply must bring you some mangoes to try, darling. Perhaps we could eat them together? Sometimes it takes another to spot when there's a little..." He licks the tip of his index finger, reaching across the table to mime mopping up presumably imaginary mango juice from the corner of K'zin's mouth - without touching, of course. In fact, his fingertip remains a good foot or so from the teenager. Still standing up so as to lean over and be closer, R'co rests his elbows on the table top, letting his blonde hair fall in his eyes as he attempts to look at the sketch. "You'll show me, won't you, darling? Then perhaps I can move over to your side for a close-up?" "A date?" This particular word penetrates the bronzerider's dense skull. But it only serves to cause confusion, a look that flickers across K'zin's face, compounded by the mimed mopping. "Um?" Now he looks even more uncertain, the charcoal stilling so he can look at R'co. He's been looking at him, of course, but looking like an artist, not like a man. "I'm-- confused." He announces haltingly, as though the deeply puzzled look didn't give him away. Brown eyes track the movement of the blond man as he rises and leans over the table. He doesn't move, other than to tilt his head slightly up. "Sure?" Everything coming out of K'zin's mouth except his statement of feeling sounds like a question. The notebook is flipped. He hasn't been at work long, so there's no shading to the sketch, but there it is in charcoal glory. It's a reasonable approximation of R'co's face, though the ears are regrettably off. They're not horrible, but they're not really very good either. He holds the sketch pad up between them, almost as a buffer, though he doesn't likely recognize that he might need one of those yet. "I think we're all confused most of the time," R'co states softly - amusedly, even, as he smiles reassuringly at K'zin. "But sometimes, darling, you can find someone who clears everything up for you, and it's like a weight right off your shoulders." He examines the sketch when it's held up for him, blue eyes narrowed as he looks over the lines, judging the technique and level of skill. A crooked little smile slowly begins to form on his pouty lips, though said feature on the sketch is pointed to. "I think my lips are a little cuter than that, darling. See?" They're pursed, shown off. "And Faranth, my nose isn't that bad, is it?" His finger runs along the reset bridge, pausing over the bump that tells of past, now-healed breaks. "Eurgh, I used to be so pretty." The brownrider sinks back down into his chair, ordering over another drink to replace the one he polishes off. "No wonder it's so hard to pull here, if I look like that." A hand dismissively indicates the sketch, and he looks sulkily out across the Snowasis, waiting for his drink to come. That doesn't really answer K'zin's confusion, but since R'co doesn't seem to be pressing the point, he, too, lets it go. "Oh... Okay." He says, as though it does explain things. "Yeah, I guess that happens?" He seems unsure. It's never happened to him, anyway. "I've never done men before." The bronzer answers the concerns over his sketch, looking a touch sheepish. "Let me try again." He pulls the notebook back toward himself and flips the page, the charcoal gliding over the page. It must be clear by the time he starts drawing again that when he said he's never done men, he meant sketching, but his obliviousness speaks to inexperience with his own gender in other ways. "So, was riding in the wings back at Ista much like it is here?" He questions, making casual conversation as he draws, brown eyes going from face to page and back again. "Really? You've never done men before?" Is it any surprise those words stand out to R'co? The blonde perks up a little, resting an elbow on the table to lean towards K'zin. "I actually started off with men. Now, though? Well, I'd say I definitely do have a preference towards one rather than the other, but why limit yourself, darling, when women can be just as delightful?" He winks saucily, raising his glass to the younger rider. "Ista was a blast - we certainly didn't have all these awful drills." "No." K'zin confirms readily, eyes still flitting as he attempts a better rendition of the brownrider. "Women always seemed the obvious choice. All those curves." He lifts his charcoal and sketches mid-air the hour-glass that some women flaunt. Then it's back to the page. "Lately, though, it seems it'd be best to be able to do both well. Just looking at a woman is nice and all, and maybe some prefer that, but I was thinking maybe action sequences is where I ought to be focusing my talent." A slight blush draws up to his cheeks as he finally mentions something on the topic R'co's been on near all along, albeit not anything helpful to the brownrider's apparent aims. Apparent to anyone but K'zin. "I do find boobs to have a definite appeal of their own," R'co agrees, holding up his hands to mime caressing a hearty handful of said delight. "Though men tend to have more definition - not that I've not seen women sporting muscle, of course. But darling, look at you." His eyes run appreciatively over the broadness of the bronzerider's shoulders, down his arms, across his chest; then straight back up to meet his gaze. "You're rather beautiful, don't you think? Imagine the detail that would go into drawing someone like you... without clothes, of course. Clothes are so... inhibiting." The brownrider flicks his hair from his eyes, smirking over at K'zin. "Darling, you simply must find yourself willing subjects for those action sequences. Do you know what the most beautiful thing to capture is, with the emotion, the feeling, the movement of it all?" He leans in again, lashes lowered, peeping almost coyly out from beneath them as he whispers, "Sex." Boobs! Now, there's a nice, unconfusing topic K'zin can latch onto. "Boobs are great!" He gets an all too wide grin on his face for the thought, mind elsewhere a moment before a redoubling of his blush and a need to shift, though whether from his own thinking or from being under the scrutiny of the brownrider is anyone's guess. He firmly focuses back on the table. "Yeah, I work out." This is simple explanation for his muscles. "Beautiful?" K'zin's brown eyes come up surprised, "Well, I don't know that I'd voluntarily call myself that. But I guess if pretty isn't an insult, beautiful probably isn't either." That would follow, right? "I was supposed to, draw myself, that is. I started trying a couple times, but it's shelling hard to do yourself, you know?" His sincere look to the brownrider says he has no idea just how dirty his words could be taken. If he were cleverer independent of his bronze (who will no doubt delight in explaining this conversation to him later), he really might be playing coy this whole time. But no, he's just that dense. "I'm working on that, but I've been noticing that some people really don't fancy being drawn, in motion or out of it." There's a little sigh for that, "I always thought of it as paying someone a compliment. But some've said it just makes me a perv." He pauses in his sketching, setting charcoal to tabletop and reaches for his previously untouched beer, taking a few appropriately manly swallows. K'zin's words surprise R'co; he's been working on drawing people having sex? "Really?" Could this bronzerider be any more perfect? When the weyrling reaches for his beer, R'co gets up and sits back down beside him; not too close, but close enough for their conversation to be less likely overheard. "You have to find the right people, darling." He takes a sip from his rapidly diminishing drink, the aroma of which mingles with that of the lush, tropical scent he wears. "Even in a Weyr, sweetheart, people can be shy. But some people, there's a little flutter of eyelashes, and a pouty, pretty little smile - could he fall into that some people category? "-do take it as a compliment. Find me someone willing, darling, and I'll pose for you, though you have to promise to get caught up in the passion of the moment. That's the only way you can truly draw what's happening." Another sip, then he adds - "I'll pose alone for you too, of course. If you'd like." Perhaps in moments preceding this break in conversation wherein K'zin briefly understands what's being discussed, he would have reacted awkwardly to R'co's quick change of position. But he feels like he's got his feet under him for a minute there. Then there goes the rug just as quickly and K'zin's choking a little on his beer. It's set quickly down on the table and he's red in the face as he coughs - though whether that's from sudden lack of air or embarrassment, it couldn't be said for certain. The fit of coughing passes quickly, and K'zin wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve. He's staring a little wide-eyed at R'co. "I--" He starts and can't find the words. "I--" No, a second false start. Third time's the charm? "I--wasn't sure that I was thinking of watching other people in motion." Do people even do that? his expression questions. "I was more talking about working on getting my own experiences from which to draw from." Nevermind that it doesn't give him the angles or perspective that might be desirable. Maybe he'll think to commission large mirrors later. "I--" Again the stutter. "I'm-- not sure how I feel about that." He confesses at last. "You-- posing for me. I mean." He does need to get better at men, but... is there something he's missing here? It's starting to niggle on the edge of his awareness. This whole conversation has seemed a little choppy to him, him not understanding most of it... What's the missing link? Though the subject may be unknown, that he is puzzling is obvious from his expression. The coughing is watched with concern, R'co with a hand at the ready for a bit of back-patting, if it seems necessary. His Healer training isn't set aside that easily! "Goodness," he coos soothingly. "Are you alright, darling?" Words - well, word, given K'zin's inability to spit it out until the third time - assure him that all's well, and he relaxes against the seat, sitting side-on to face the younger rider. What he's got to say when he finally manages to say it makes the brownrider smirk, brows raising high beneath his blonde forelock. "Oh, darling," he laughs softly, leaning in a little closer to be able to lower his voice, even more so than before so as to definitely not be overhead as he whispers, "you're not a virgin, are you?" Because what other explanation could there be for such a reaction? None, in R'co's mind! "What?! No!" Does that answer come too quickly? How about that blush? It's pretty intense. It's impossible to discern whether or not K'zin is telling the truth. His shoulders start to hunch and he looks a little bit like he might die of embarrassment right here in this very booth from having been asked. His ears are even turning pink! R'co leans closer, quivering with suppressed laughter as he reaches out to touch his finger under K'zin's chin, tilting it up. It's a firm touch, not necessarily a sensual one, and the brownrider removes his finger once he's got the teen's head back up. "Don't slouch, darling, it's awful for your posture." He's almost close enough for his lips to brush against the bronzerider's ear when he says the next part; certainly, there's warm, whisky-scented breath that flows over K'zin's cheek. "Not that there's anything wrong with being a virgin, darling... nothing at all." Under the table, his fingers ghost oh-so-lightly across the weyrling's thigh; maybe even so light as to have him wondering whether there was a touch there at all. Oh, he's close. Oh, he is so close. Suddenly, click! it is! K'zin's face would turn darker colors if it could. and the chin is resisting the finger under it. If anything, he hunches more, "I--er-- I--" Words are entirely lost. He's the wherry frozen in the face of oncoming dragon with the munchies. How is he supposed to react? What is he supposed to do? The laughter in his head isn't helping. It isn't helping at all. Nevertheless, he doesn't move. The realization and R'co together have rendered him speechless, and wishing himself, likely, as part of the booth rather than the helpless, blushing bronzer in the booth. R'co is close. But he's also not quite dumb; he knows he's got the weyrling uneasy. "Relax, darling. It's not like I'm going to jump you here, in the middle of everyone... though I wouldn't turn down a little discrete," he drums his against K'zin's thigh, exhaling a single, amused breath against his neck, "action." His lips brush lightly over the bronzerider's cheek, and then he pulls back a few inches. "Honestly, it would be just a tad rude to lead me on this far, and then to not put out anything." Disgruntled, the brownrider pouts, tossing his head to shift his blonde hair from his eyes. Is he too big to slip down underneath the table without anyone noticing? If he did, would R'co think it was an indicaton of something other than escape? Continuing to flush furiously, the bronzer stares down at his little notebook, but there's R'co's face, so he abruptly flips it closed, fingers squeezing the little thing tensely. "I--" When avoidance fails, try honesty? "I -- really don't know how to handle this. You're -- I'm-- Could you give me some room to breath, please?" Poor, sweet K'zin isn't meaning to be rude to the brownrider as his shallow-breathing would surely indicate the beginnings of panic to one who is healer-trained. "You don't know how to handle what?" R'co's short response and frown suggest his patience is wearing thin. He leans back, but remains sitting sideways in the seat, arms crossed over his chest. The bronzerider's breathing is certainly noted, and R'co huffs grouchily. "Tease." Spoken snippy, sharp, and frustrated. "This." Perhaps it is Rasavyth's calming influence that helps K'zin find the words. K'zin moves a hand now, gesturing between the two of them. "I'm not-- I'm not teasing." Nevermind that the noun and verb definitions in this case are fairly different. His blushing hasn't abated even one bit, but now at least he turns brown eyes to regard the shorter man. "I'm a virgin in that sense." It's admitted quietly. "And I don't know what to say to you. I've never-- been hit on before." By man or woman! Since now he seems to realize the big piece of the picture that had eluded him for so much of their conversation. Now it's R'co's turn to look uncomfortable, because he has no clue what to do with that. He picks up his drink, swirling the amber liquid around within the glass before he chugs it down, calling for another one. Another two, actually. Then he looks back at K'zin, lips pursed thoughtfully. "I'm not sure whether to be flattered that I'm the first one that's ever hit on you, or whether to be... well, I don't know. I don't know what to think of that, darling." He looks down at the drinks that arrive then, pushing one over to K'zin while keeping the other for himself. "Would you like to come up to my weyr, and we'll... fix that for you?" It would be a fair assumption that it's possible K'zin has gotten hit on before and just never recognized it for what it was. Perhaps none have followed up those advances with more plainly recognizable ones like touches to the thigh and murmurs in the ear. Now they get to share the discomfort as K'zin shifts slightly, glancing down at the drink, and his still near-full beer. He touches neither for a moment. "I--... Can I say-- m-maybe? Is that a legitimate answer?" Probably not to a yes or no question. The rush of words that come next might clarify some things: "I don't know if I'm like that. I need to do that because I don't want to hurt someone during a flight or anything, but I-- I don't know if I'm like that. If I'd like it." It's not stated, but the uncertainty of his response might indicate that he's not feeling particularly ready to go to the task right now, or even tonight. He does, however, pick up the drink R'co ordered for him and down it in just a couple of large gulps, setting the glass back down on the table with a thump. It was an I need a drink moment. His beer is taken up after that, though it's not chugged, just sipped at. There's something... endearing in K'zin's discomfort - enough so for it to override R'co's frustration over having seemingly been led on for nothing. To a degree, anyway. "Oh, you poor, confused little lamb," he coos, watching the downing of the drink with some amusement, before reaching out a hand to gently pat the younger man's forearm. He gives a little more space, since the situation's revealed itself to be what it is, though he can't help but be amused as he looks at K'zin. "You wouldn't be the first person I've... helped, darling. I can be very gentle... or not, if you're into that." An unabashed wink suggests R'co's rather flexible. "Tell me, darling - how do you like your lovers?" The space seems to be especially appreciated for the bronzerider's shoulders start to relax just a touch. K'zin sips his beer in silence for a few minutes before answer. Perhaps, he is finally prompted to answer by the gulped booze starting to loosen his tongue. "I don't really know that either. I'm not a virgin, but..." Here the blush kicks back he's locking eyes with... his beer. "Recently so. I guess I'm still figuring everything out." He licks his lips, and then the beer is picked up to swallow down the rest. "Listen, R'co," It's started quietly and kindly. "I don't have a better answer than maybe right now. I've got to go see to Ras," He doesn't get more specific than that, so perhaps it's a polite out from sitting here to be convinced otherwise. "But I'll-- let you know? If that's ok?" Obviously, the brownrider can decline the weyrling, though he does slide on the bench after making sure his notebook and charcoal are tucked away and as he slides, toward the brownrider and the only way off this particular booth bench as to the otherside lies wall, his thigh applies light pressure to R'co's. It might both be taken as a tentatively positive sign and also as a sign that he'd like to get up. "I'm not going anywhere, peaches." Except for right now, that is. The press of thigh to thigh makes the brownrider smirk, and he reaches down to squeeze K'zin's knee before sliding obligingly out of the booth, giving him his space to leave. He knows better than to distress a weyrling - even if he has just made this particular one uncomfortable. Once K'zin's on the edge of the seat, R'co steps into his path, resting a hand lightly on his shoulder to still him for a moment. "It's not that big of a deal, darling. Just remember it like that, hrm? Best to be prepared, as you said." Then he leans down, so he's whispering in the teenager's ear: "And I can dress up to be an awfully convincing woman, if that helps." A soft kiss is pressed to his cheek, and then R'co straightens up, stepping aside to let K'zin out. That blush had just started to diminish, too! The knee squeeze wasn't what did it. Instead it was the offer of playing dress up and the kiss to his cheek. K'zin clearly doesn't know how to respond to either of these things so he stutters for a moment not finding words. He stops stuttering and stands, brown eyes flashing towards R'co briefly before, without response, he flees the scene. Rude, maybe, but... embarrassment limit reached! Is R'co awful for laughing at poor K'zin getting up to leave in such a rush? Possibly - but he at least waits until the young rider's out of earshot before doing so. |
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