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 | mentions = Azaylia, Alida, I'zech, N'ky, Mave, Sabella, E'sren, K'del, Aishani, Quinlys
 | ooc = Played via google docs.
-| icons = k'zin listening.jpg, jo bad.jpg
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 | what = Jo returns something scandalous that belongs to K'zin and suggests a business venture. They discuss many things. Jo succeeds in getting him to blush and fluster.
 | when = Day 26, month 6, turn 31.
 | gamedate = 2013.04.22
 | quote =  "Imagine if it had fallen into the wrong hands..."

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 K'zin fidgets under her gaze for a moment and then a glance toward the bronze and some silent exchange sets his shoulders a little more steadily. "I'll let you know what happens." This is likely both to the talk with I'zech and also to the sparring match with Mave. "Thanks." His gratitude is full of wry humor and is not distinctly to one thing or another. To her last, there's a nod. He doesn't watch her as she goes, instead his gaze meets the whirling one of his lifemate. She might already be out of range to hear, but he still answers her hope with resolve: "We will."
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 K'zin would probably like to say more about Mave, about Rasavyth, about-- well, anything other than the book and the look on Jo's face that has his complete attention. He'd probably ''really'' like to. But he can't. That she ''has'' the book, that someone else besides N'ky and Mave even ''know'' of the existence of the book, it's mind-boggling. After a few more moments of dumb staring, he takes in a deep breath, letting it all the way out before saying in a cool, controlled baritone: "You never asked." It might be noted that Rasavyth's attention has shifted from the herdbeast to his lifemate, probably helping bleed off the panic. Once K'zin seems to regain himself, the bronze is back to the business at hand. "They're mine." He peers down at pages she's flipping, crouching down to get a better look. "Though, those ones are a couple turns old." He has a vague sort of smile as he looks at the drawings, identified easily as nostalgia. "I've gotten better since." He puzzles then. "So one of my many sketch books managed to walk out of my press and find it's way to you. Must've been drawn to you, sad that you weren't in it." He presses gently for more information about how she came to have the book. "Going to turn me in?"
-"Guess I'm askin' now," Jaya counters on now asking, glancing up at him as she turns another page. She's definitely not looking at the smith sketches, that's for sure! When he crouches down, she shifts the book towards him to see. Naked sketches. She looks highly amused and entertained. "So, ya've gotten better since?" she echoes his words with a little smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Ya mean, there's sketches out there where the women don' have weird lookin' boobs? Have ya ''seen'' a fair share of boobs since these sketches? Or have ya fucked since, is more the question." If he's not red in the face by her crassness... but she doesn't seem to think anything she's said is wrong or inappropriate. She looks genuinely curious since she adds, "I mean. Ya ''got'' potential, I can see that much, here. Like to see the later sketches. And like I said, don' worry about how this got me. It got to me. Yer ain' nowhere near ready to ''look'' at my tits, much less drawn'em. If any man's gonna sketch me, I'd rather it be fuckin' accurate." Dropping her chin and giving K'zin a ''look'' now, "Do I look like someone that would turn ya in?" she chooses to answer his question with a question.
+"Guess I'm askin' now," Jo counters on now asking, glancing up at him as she turns another page. She's definitely not looking at the smith sketches, that's for sure! When he crouches down, she shifts the book towards him to see. Naked sketches. She looks highly amused and entertained. "So, ya've gotten better since?" she echoes his words with a little smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Ya mean, there's sketches out there where the women don' have weird lookin' boobs? Have ya ''seen'' a fair share of boobs since these sketches? Or have ya fucked since, is more the question." If he's not red in the face by her crassness... but she doesn't seem to think anything she's said is wrong or inappropriate. She looks genuinely curious since she adds, "I mean. Ya ''got'' potential, I can see that much, here. Like to see the later sketches. And like I said, don' worry about how this got me. It got to me. Yer ain' nowhere near ready to ''look'' at my tits, much less drawn'em. If any man's gonna sketch me, I'd rather it be fuckin' accurate." Dropping her chin and giving K'zin a ''look'' now, "Do I look like someone that would turn ya in?" she chooses to answer his question with a question.
 "So you are." K'zin's sigh flutters, as though he's now resigned to the course this conversation is taking. Being resigned, however, doesn't stop his cheeks from flooding crimson. "Yes. And no. Seen more boobs in the bathes, but..." He trails off, "Never seen them up close." That should answer the question about fucking. "Not that I wouldn't very much like to as soon as the rules permit it. Maybe someday someone will even pose for me so I can get more than glances." There's only so much data you can collect without staring openly at a subject and that kind of thing is generally frowned upon when people are just trying to get clean. It's damn near impossible to mention tits that belong to you and not have a man at least slide his eyes that way, and so K'zin's do, darting away almost immediately. "You're not in that one anyway." He mumbles, suggesting that she might be in another. He seems to let the topic of being turned in go, since obviously that was a silly question, though a moment later he re-thinks and says, "I suppose if the prize for doing so was good enough, you might. We're not especially close or anything." Despite the fact that they look like they could be related. "But I can't think what you'd gain by turning me in for this. Or really that anyone can actually do more than tell me I oughtn't be doing it. It's just imagination for the most part anyway." And those bath-time glances.

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 | who = Jo, Jo{{!}}Tacuseth, K'zin, K'zin{{!}}Rasavyth
 | where = Feeding Grounds, High Reaches Weyr
-| what = Jo returns something scandelous that belongs to K'zin and suggests a business venture. They discuss many things. Jo succeeds in getting him to blush and fluster.
+| what = Jo returns something scandalous that belongs to K'zin and suggests a business venture. They discuss many things. Jo succeeds in getting him to blush and fluster.
 | when = Day 26, month 6, turn 31.
 | gamedate = 2013.04.22
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 | mentions = Azaylia, Alida, I'zech, N'ky, Mave, Sabella, E'sren, K'del, Aishani, Quinlys
 | ooc = Played via google docs.
-| icons = k'zin listening.jpg, jo.jpg
+| icons = k'zin listening.jpg, jo bad.jpg
 | log =
 '''Feeding Grounds, High Reaches Weyr'''
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 "Ya mean, y'ain' charmin' enough now?" Jo has to tease, jumping down from the fence to lean up against it with crossed legs, all casual like. "A future bronzerider with no charm. Some would call ''that'' a tragedy." It's said deadpan, pressing the sketchbook forward for K'zin to take. While doing so, "Take it, and, ya need to do better than just droppin' faces onto different bodies. It's certainly from lack of experience, I can tell," she notes, looking him up and down, "but that can be remedied when yer allowed. Ya drew me." Not a question now, the ex-con rider lifting brows at him. "How appropriate were those proportions? No, I wouldn've wanted the drawin'. Not if they're anythin' like the ones in ''this'' book, darlin'." When he asks about the potential profit, she regards him for a moment, not answering right away. "I know someone that has a penchant for...unique talents and products," she chooses to say with a slight quirk of lips. "He has a taste for the scandalous even more. Pays well, but prides himself on accuracy. He's not here in the Weyr, but he sells to many with peculiar tastes. Somethin' to think about, at least, if yer determined to continue drawin' naked women. He'll even toss in a little extra for naked men."
-"I suspect if I were, I'd've managed to get a model before." K'zin responds, making a rather exaggerated ''wouldn't I?'' face to Jo that shows the tease is not missed on him. "Ras is working to polish me, tho', so we'll see. Maybe I'll the suavest thing on two legs by the next time you talk with me." His hand reaches and fingers pluck the notebook from her grasp. When she asks how appropriate were those proportions, he braces himself for... what? A slap? Some kind of retaliation certainly as he drops his brown eyes to the curves in question. "Going from memory," He says after a moment, eyes returning to her face, blush freshened, "I was off a bit. You're-- uh, bigger. But I think I got the frame about right." Provided his face isn't suddenly too messed up to speak, "So... like... draw things and sell them?" His brow knits; it's seems so simple. "Wouldn't have to be real people either, I suppose? Just so long as they look real?" He lips pucker as he considers. "And I guess they'd need to look, I donno, sexy?" Chewing his lower lip, "I've never really tried men." A fact the sketch book provided ample evidence of. "I could tho'..."
+"I suspect if I were, I'd've managed to get a model before." K'zin responds, making a rather exaggerated ''wouldn't I?'' face to Jo that shows the tease is not missed on him. "Ras is working to polish me, tho', so we'll see. Maybe I'll the suavest thing on two legs by the next time you talk with me." His hand reaches and fingers pluck the notebook from her grasp. When she asks how appropriate were those proportions, he braces himself for... what? A slap? Some kind of retaliation certainly as he drops his brown eyes to the curves in question. "Going from memory," He says after a moment, eyes returning to her face, blush freshened, "I was off a bit. You're-- uh, bigger. But I think I got the frame about right." Provided his face isn't suddenly too messed up to speak, "So... like... draw things and sell them?" His brow knits; it's seems so simple. "Wouldn't have to be real people either, I suppose? Just so long as they look real?" He lips pucker as he considers. "And I guess they'd need to look, I dunno, sexy?" Chewing his lower lip, "I've never really tried men." A fact the sketch book provided ample evidence of. "I could tho'..."
 "That dragon of yer is certainly a bold one, isn' he," Jo comments oh-so casually, folding her arms once K'zin takes up his book. "So eager to learn, I hear. Yer dragon's gonna make ya the suavest?" and she does slide a look towards the growing bronze, openly speculating. "Hmmm, maybe," she states after a moment, unconvinced. "Prove me wrong." But then K'zin's describing her sketch she didn't know about until now, the woman in black leathers regarding him and his fresh blush before she pushes off from the fence and approaches him, only stopping once she's in his personal space. Arms unfold as if she's intending to punch him, surely, but instead he's getting a hard point of her finger to his chest. "Don' sketch me unless yer askin' to see me naked," is what she says, chin lifting at him. "And if ya do, the sketch is ''mine''. Not for sale unless I ''want'' it to be for sale, and that's if I'm fine with ya keepin' it so ya can have all yer fantasies lookin' at it. Ain' that why yer drawin' us for, anyway? To jerk off to?" Now she steps passed him to regard their dragons, fists propped up on her hips as she's being asked on the business side of the matter. "Don' gotta be," she agrees on it being of real people, "if yer not into scandal. Ya don' look like ya would be. And yeah. Sexy. No one pays for some woman sittin' around on a hide, plantin' flowers." Beat. "Unless it looks sexy, that is," she tacks on, unhooking her jacket front to reach in and pull out her flask. She unlids it and takes a long drink from it, offering it to K'zin before she answers the last. "Give it a shot. Same rules apply."
-Rasavyth's next lunge is successful, bringing K'zin to his feet without thought. He turns to the fence briefly as the bronze starts tearing into his meal, a smile of satisfaction on his lips when he turns back towards Jo. "Bold and beautiful," The man boasts of the bronze - probably because the natural high of success is shared powerfully, a sensation that might bleed to Tacuseth and the babysitter. As he turns back, there's Jo: in his face. He freezes again, though the moment is briefer this time. This is the moment when Rasavyth's suave input would be most useful, but he's busy, so: "Uh, alright. I won't draw you. If you, later, want to get naked for me, I certainly won't complain. Probably would even say some nice things. Drawing optional." He manages all of this with a smile. As to why he draws them... "I like to draw." This and a noncommittal shrug seem to be the only answer he's going to give, although the answer would seem to be obvious; he's seventeen after all. He gives a little shake of his head to the offer of the flask, but lest she think him too goody-goody, he gives a resolute nod, "Alright. I'll see what I can do. About the sexy and about the men." His expression turns thoughtful a moment before asking, "Um. Do you know anyone that would be willing to-- like-- pose? Clothes on, I mean. In sexy ways. So I can see--" what sexy is? "--how the body would look? I guess I could sit in Snowaisis and watch some of the people picking each other up." His experience is pitiful.
+Rasavyth's next lunge is successful, bringing K'zin to his feet without thought. He turns to the fence briefly as the bronze starts tearing into his meal, a smile of satisfaction on his lips when he turns back towards Jo. "Bold and beautiful," The man boasts of the bronze - probably because the natural high of success is shared powerfully, a sensation that might bleed to Tacuseth and the babysitter. As he turns back, there's Jo: in his face. He freezes again, though the moment is briefer this time. This is the moment when Rasavyth's suave input would be most useful, but he's busy, so: "Uh, alright. I won't draw you. If you, later, want to get naked for me, I certainly won't complain. Probably would even say some nice things. Drawing optional." He manages all of this with a smile. As to why he draws them... "I like to draw." This and a noncommittal shrug seem to be the only answer he's going to give, although the answer would seem to be obvious; he's seventeen after all. He gives a little shake of his head to the offer of the flask, but lest she think him too goody-goody, he gives a resolute nod, "Alright. I'll see what I can do. About the sexy and about the men." His expression turns thoughtful a moment before asking, "Um. Do you know anyone that would be willing to-- like-- pose? Clothes on, I mean. In sexy ways. So I can see--" what sexy is? "--how the body would look? I guess I could sit in Snowasis and watch some of the people picking each other up." His experience is pitiful.
 When Rasavyth finally catches, Jo is watching both dragon and weyrling with idle interest. To his words on his bronze, there's a short huff of amusement from her before she's in his face. "I ''might'' get naked for ya," the ex-con states rather matter-of-factly. "Nice things said or no. Depends on my mood." She drinks more from the flask before she steps back from him and closes its lid, putting it back within her jacket as he agrees on the sketches. "Good," she says to that, nodding once. "Think it'll be good for ya. A little dirt will look good on ya. As for findin' someone to pose...." She backs up to the fence, leaning against it once more with her thumbs hooking into her belt as she looks around and thinks on it in the pause. "...might know someone from the inner caverns that likes to do favors for me. She's gotta a body many men would like," and the curve of her lips curl upwards at him. "She won' have a problem posin' with clothes on, show ya sexy. People-watchin' is good, too, especially drunk people-watchin'. I know more interestin' places than the bar here, but, since Rasavyth can' fly ya yet, best stick to the Snowasis for yer references, eh?" She nods to the book K'zin holds then before she adds, "Yer Rasavyth thinks we should be friends. It's curious, but ''I'm'' curious about it. Perhaps we'll be," and she gives the weyrling her frank study, regarding him from head to toe. "Yer seem awfully young to be around the likes of me, but, who knows? I sometimes make exceptions for the exceptional."

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