Logs:Awkward Roommate Moment
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| RL Date: 26 November, 2014 |
| Who: Izazeth, X'vae, Z'riah, Yizibeth |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Roommates who are definitely just roommates (and really good friends) suffer an awkward moment when Z'riah wakes up feelin' proddy. |
| Where: Ready for Roommates Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 5, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Tayte/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Adult proddy themes. Back-dated. |
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| Ready for Roommates Weyr, High Reaches Weyr Inside, though, the humans are in for a surprise. A long rift in the stone makes for a narrow living room with rough walls, the furniture spartan and homemade from, seemingly, whatever materials could be snagged in a pinch (barrels, planks, etc.). There are stools rather than chairs, a couch that has seen better days (but might be just the right amount of broken in) and a trio of mis-matched beanbag chairs (one of which must have a hole somewhere) in front of the hearth. But the far side--that's the real treasure here. Four separate rooms have been carved out of the stone, two small ones a step up from the living room, one slightly larger one above them, and a tiny little alcove above that. They're all lacking a front wall, leaving them open to the room below. Of the two on the bottom, the one directly under all the rest has a twin bed, a nightstand above it, a small rug beside it, and a press at its foot. The one less under the rest is full of a bed; it's just about the only thing that fits in the room. The larger one above has dressers that don't match and a round table and chairs that look perfect for poker (or work). The highest one has yet to be populated by anything other than being storage space for as yet packed items. A set of stone stairs leads up to the upper room, while sturdy handholds have been carved up from it to the alcove. All in all, it's a great find for a rider with a family or maybe even just a group of good friends.
Z'riah is usually pretty down for the sleeping in thing, too. But he's restless this morning and nothing he's done has helped ease that nagging feeling. So, of course, it makes perfect sense for him to come into X'vae's alcove and crawl into that little bed with him. He'll even wrap an arm around his friend's torso and cuddle. Perfect sense in some world where X'vae probably hasn't even been in dreams. He's been sleeping alone long enough now that while he doesn't immediately come to full consciousness, the feel of another body is enough to bring him to move his head, to turn it and tilt his chin at an awkward angle so he can look down and see just who (or what?) has joined him. He's probably relieved it's not a what, and maybe if the 'who' isn't crazy, he can ignore it for a while longer and get a little more sleep. Generally, Z'riah doesn't fall into the 'crazy' category, but the way a single eye opens wider to make sure X'vae is seeing what he's seeing... well, he might be this morning. "Zif?" Followed by... "Whhhhaaaat are you doing?" It's a casual sort of question. Keep things casual, that'll work, right? The question doesn't earn an immediate response from Z'riah, but he tilts his head to look at X'vae. There's something uncertain in his expression, almost innocent. "I don't know where to go," he finally says, and it sort of sounds like an apology. But he doesn't seem to intend on moving. It probably hasn't even crossed his mind. The bluerider takes a moment to make sure: this is awkward, right? Right. "Your bed, maybe?" X'vae suggests as he starts to shift carefully to put a little space between himself and his cuddle-inclined roommate. Izazath, on the ledge, stirs, an eye peeking open followed by another eye. His mind casts it's gentle light about in search of Yizibeth. "There's no one in my bed." Z'riah makes this sound like a completely reasonable reason not to be in his own bed. Or at least he makes it sound like he thinks it's completely reasonable. Yizibeth isn't on the ledge, but she's easy enough for the blue's mind to find. She's on the beach, or what serves for a beach in this Weyr, the sand not quite as properly sandy, wet with melted snow, as the green rolls around as though she has itching hide that refuses to be soothed. « Yizi, » Zaz is perplexed. « Zif is in Xev's bed. » Does she know? Does she know why? It's his curiosity, but also X'vae's own as the rider shifts a little more. "... Aaand?" His hands shift to gently press the greenrider away from him enough that he can sit up and rub hands across his face. « Izazeth, » comes Yizibeth's pitchy voice, a little on the agitated side. Or heated, if one wants to look at it like that. « We don't know who to be with. » She doesn't make much more sense than her rider, but maybe the blue will be a little quicker to pick up on her than X'vae will with Z'riah. Z'riah has been avoiding his friend for turns while he's proddy, after all. But Izazeth doesn't have the luxury of completely avoiding the green while she is. Z'riah murmurs his protest as X'vae manages to sit up, then, "I don't want to be alone, Xev." Nor would he! Not only is it their duty as friends, but Izazeth likes Yizi, so he'd never avoid her. « Ahh, » comes his understanding. « Shall I join you? » He's quite willing. Obviously he shares his discovery with his rider because X'vae freezes, processing. "Hm," is what he manages to come up with. "Is there a friend we can call for you?" He asks, not pushing the greenrider away, but gingerly shifting to lean himself against the wall. It's awkward, but he does offer his arm out in a way that suggests Z'riah can come sit under it, if he likes. X'vae is a good friend. That they're both wearing pants probably helps him substantially in being this at this moment. « Oh, please, Izazeth. » Yizibeth would very much like for the blue to join her. Except, « Wait, no! I'll come home. » At least their weyr is home to her now. « Is that okay? » Just in case he wanted to leave. "I don't know. The one that would put up with me can't. There's kids and an asshole. Maybe she wouldn't anyway. And he hasn't spoken to me for... I don't know." He sounds kind of sad about that, which prompts him to come curl up under X'vae's arm. "I'll find someone. There's... people." That he's hooked up with. "I'm sorry I didn't plan better, Xev." « Of course. I'll be here. » Izazeth is reassuring. Whatever Yizibeth wants today is what Yizibeth gets. Z'riah, too, sort of, apparently. "Zif," it's an almost tender use of his name, though the sort that says 'buck up' without saying so. X'vae allows a squeeze to the greenrider's shoulders. "It's not your fault. It's no one's fault." About this much, the bluerider sounds firm. Proddiness is just a part of Weyr life. "Look on the bright side," for him, "you're wearing pants." Another squeeze. "Want me to talk to them? I can babysit," he offers of the one with kids. See? A good friend! Just no so good that he's going to offer up himself as more than this, it seems. It will take Yizibeth a few minutes to finish rolling around in the dirt-sand. And then she'll have to slide into the still cold water to wash it all off before she can come back. In the mean time, Z'riah is trying to wrap his arms around X'vae. It's all pretty innocent considering how raunchy Z'riah can be in general. "No," is all he says about X'vae talking to anyone as he tilts his head toward the bluerider's chest and breathes in. "You smell good." Then, abruptly, "Can you call me a ride?" Still awkward, but also still less awkward than that one time when he was proddy. That one time that's made them spend turns avoiding each other when Z'riah felt those particular effects. But still he doesn't push Z'riah away, even if the tension in his frame is obvious. "Yes," is in answer to the ride and not anything else. "You should get dressed if you're going out." It's a gentle, possibly unnecessary reminder. Surely it's not a subtle attempt to provide a distraction from how he smells. Z'riah isn't in any hurry to pull away from X'vae, but he does soon enough with a small sigh and he starts to shift himself toward the edge of the bluerider's bed. "Yeah," he says about getting dressed, pushing himself up onto his feet to start making his way toward his own lonely alcove where his clothes are. Yizibeth is on her way to the weyr now, still dripping with cold water when she lands, crooning cheerfully at Izazeth. Well, cold water isn't exactly nice, but if that's the fire Izazeth must pass through to provide Yizibeth with his comforting presence, then by Faranth he'll do it! This is all to say that he greets her in kind with a warble infused with his natural warmth and extends a wing in invitation for her to cuddle up. X'vae is patient with his greenriding friend, but can't help the sigh that escapes him as Z'riah vanishes around the corner. He's not long on the bed himself though, quickly getting up and making the change into his riding leathers even if he has got the morning off. "How about we get some breakfast in the living cavern before you find a friend?" He suggests from his alcove to the next. See? He's not abandoning Z'riah in his time of need, even if he isn't offering the kind of snuggly companionship the greenrider might most want. The greenrider isn't bothering with leathers; just pants and a shirt and his flight jacket. And then his feet shoved into his unlaced boots. "Sure. If you want," comes Z'riah's answer after a few moments of consideration. As he walks out into the common area, he's pushing a hand through his hair and back to rub at his neck. All while very deliberately avoiding looking at X'vae. "Hey," the word is gentle as the bluerider aims to catch the greenrider's shoulder from behind with a firm hand. "We're okay. Everything's fine. Gonna be fine." He's confident. "In a day or two, Yizi will go up, Zaz will chase like always and everything will go back to normal." Comforting, right? Z'riah pauses with the bluerider's hand on his shoulder, but he doesn't look at him even then. He does nod, though, and it seems genuine. Maybe at least Yizibeth finding closeness helps his own restlessness to some extent. "Everything will go back to normal," he repeats, not sounding especially like it's the best thing that could happen. But it's a thing that will happen, so there's that. "You riding down with me?" "Yeah. They should be here soon." X'vae doesn't understand; of course he doesn't. But he can tell that his words haven't had the desired effect, so he's looking a little dejected himself as he moves toward the ledge. "Good. I need klah," he says as he follows after X'vae to the ledge. That's probably better than him needing something harder at this time of day, but no doubt he'll deal with that later. Once the poor bluerider is free of having to deal with proddy Z'riah. Once their ride comes, the greenrider lets X'vae mount first, then he settles in on the other side of the rider. "Be good, Yizi," he says to the green before they're heading down to the bowl. |
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