Logs:Roommate's Homecoming
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| RL Date: 6 February, 2015 |
| Who: X'vae, Z'riah, Izazeth, Yizibeth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: X'vae's home! Yay! |
| Where: Ready for Roommates Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 8, Month 13, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Moriyah/Mentions, Kristaeva/Mentions, Xaerista/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Adult themes. |
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| It's the kitten who's found X'vae first. Why wouldn't he? Just because he's supposed to be Z'riah's cat doesn't mean anything when it comes to warm cozy places to sleep in the late afternoon when most people are still out and about. Of course, in Monaco it's already very late, but here in High Reaches in the weyr they still supposedly share, where the bluerider is zonked out across two beanbag chairs in front of the hearth that is only now beginning to die down, it's definitely not yet bedtime, even is Xev is already shirtless and in his sleep pants. The kitten on his chest doesn't qualify as a shirt, owing to the fact that it doesn't take up enough space (points for trying though, given his impressive sprawl). "Xev!" Guess who's happy to see his best friend? It's Z'riah! The greenrider crosses the weyr, that is still very much shared with the bluerider in part given to the fact that Z'riah doesn't spend a ton of time here, and crouches down near the hearth to get the fire back up to a reasonable flame. "You have a bed, you know. I didn't get rid of it. I didn't even use it." So long as 'use' is defined by sleeping with someone else in it. The word startles the kitten who digs claw into Xev's bare chest (awesome!) so Z'riah gets "Ow!" as a greeting, and "Fucking furball," instead of the expected 'hey' as the black fluff goes diving off the suddenly awake bluerider who's sitting up, and half-leaning as if to catch it and make it pay for its trespass. The man is too slow though, so he struggles into a sitting position and rubs his face. "Yeah, I was just..." He makes a gesture that's probably supposed to mean something but really doesn't, "enjoying being home." Given that there are a handful of bags and crates stacked at the end of his alcove, this might mean what Zaz will confirm upon waking to the feel of Yizibeth settling in next to him, « We're home. » "Shit. You okay?" Z'riah glances at X'vae's chest, because of the feline, not because it's a really nice view, once he's got the fire all fluffed up. "So you're really back? Like to stay?" Yizibeth has no doubt shared Izazeth's information with her rider, but maybe he doesn't believe the dragons without the bluerider's direct input. « I've missed you, Izazeth. » Never mind that they've been in contact and seen each other regularly enough. She likes him here with her. « Me you too, » Zaz's ethereal light is a warm complement to Yizibeth's naturally sunny disposition. He's rousing himself more so he can nudge his nose against her neck affectionately. « But we're back now. » There's deep satisfaction in the blue's mind for that. "Yes," is equally emphatic and pleased from his rider to her lifemate. "Mom's all better, back to shifts in the infirmary, and I'm here to stay. Though I have promised Ris I'll visit a little more often." He grins for that and then rises and moves to pick up the glasses that must've been prepared when they got in and have been just waiting for Z'riah so X'vae has someone to celebrate with. He offers over the glass. "Anything new and exciting I should know about? You haven't instituted Naked Seconddays have you?" He was against them before, he's against them now. Yizibeth croons sweetly to her clutchmate, all the sunshine of her presence and affection shared with him to make up for the times that she's missed, even if she can't remember them all. Probably that's good for him. She cozies up close to Izazeth, content with the idea that he won't be going anywhere away soon enough for her to worry about. "That's great! Maybe I can visit with you sometime? I've kind of missed the brat." Z'riah accepts the offered glass with a grin. "I've been able to be naked all the time with you gone. I can't be held accountable for just being in the habit now." Then more seriously, "Nothing too exciting. You know me." Z'riah, so boring. "'Course," to the visiting. Z'riah is practically always welcome to tag along with X'vae whenever he wants. X'vae lifts his glass to his roommate and then the room in silent toast before taking a sip. "How am I supposed to bring girls back if there's a chance you're going to just be all-- greet out with your meat out." He makes a meaningful, lewd gesture. "I mean, the girl might just pick you to sleep with instead. And weren't you trying to get me laid again?" It's a fairly good argument for Z'riah wearing pants as these things go. "Could you blame her? I'm fucking gorgeous." And so very humble. "But," continues Z'riah after the silent toast and a drink, "If you're looking to get back into the game, I can give you a hand." The greenrider pushes one of the bean bags away from the other so he can settle down into it. "Are you finally ready to put that beautiful dick of yours back to work?" "Z'riah," it's said sternly, and with good reason, "We've talked about my discomfort when you use certain adjectives to describe certain parts of my body." Not that Z'riah has ever listened to him. X'vae moves along quickly, also for good reason, "Not really, but I'm not sure I can move back in with you and hear about it every day." Well, not every day. "So, we can play the game, anyway. I don't guarantee I'll close the deal. I like my bed." Just the way it is. As a twin. There's a dramatic, completely immature sigh from the greenrider. The way he says, "Yeah, yeah, fine," follows suit. It probably won't keep him from doing it again, but Z'riah will at least refrain for now. "If you do bring someone back, feel free to use my bed. I can stay away and give you lots of room to get your thing on." He's a great guy like that. And someone else will probably appreciate that he can't go home. "I don't know how you do it, man. I can't go that long without." "And appear just in time to heckle her in the morning?" X'vae asks with no small measure of knowing bemusement. If it really bothered him so much, surely Z'riah would've knocked off the habit turns ago. "And I don't go so long without. Zaz is good at catching greens. That counts." Kind of. He finishes off his drink and sets it where the usual dirty dishes go. "I got letters of rec. I'm going to ask Mielline to take me into Snowdrift formally, so I can get back to the search and rescue gig." That he loves so much. "Well, I need to get something out of it. Maybe just don't let her stay until morning." Z'riah is so helpful about how to deal with himself. "Man, dragon sex is not the same." Granted, as a greenrider, he probably has a rather different perspective on the matter. But he actually seems more than willing to talk about anything else, so he latches onto the Snowdrift thing. "That's great, Xev!" "I also got ones from my mom to see if they'll let me take shifts in the infirmary to continue my apprentice studies, like at home. And one for the dragonhealers so I can try to start with that. I'm not overly hopeful about the infirmary here. I heard the weyrhealer here was really nice, only, now she's not the weyrhealer," go figure. X'vae sighs a little. Poor Golden Boy and his Golden Boy troubles. "Sounds like you're gonna be a busy man soon." So maybe staying out of the game isn't such a bad idea. Z'riah won't be too upset by that. "The healer I know is a pretty good guy. No Weyrhealer, but he's all into that... healing stuff." As any healer probably should be. "I can hook you up if you want. Then maybe he can hook you up." Xev cracks a wry smile at his friend, "You know how I like to be busy," endlessly busy. "Maybe I'll even sort how to make enough money to do the renovating I want," and still has planned. "I'd be glad of the introduction. Any healer on my side is a good healer." And definitely better than no healers on his side. "Can't fault you for that. I like to stay busy, too." Just with, you know, people. Preferably naked people. Z'riah is a predictable man when it comes to these things. "Great. I think he'll like you." He grins at X'vae for a moment, then starts to push himself up out of his bean bag to pour himself another drink. "You don't have to stay up on my account, you know. You look tired." "Ye-" yawn "-ah. Time difference and all." X'vae stretches up and then uses a finger to examine the pin-prick claw marks on his chest. "I suspect I won't bleed out in the night." It's wry, but then he's heading toward his alcove to make use of the bed Z'riah claims hasn't been used. |
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