Logs:Man Enough
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| RL Date: 28 January, 2015 |
| Who: H'vier, K'zin |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: K'zin presses more buttons. H'vier doesn't kill him! |
| Where: Hot Springs, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 12, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: G'laer/Mentions, T'volt/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. |
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| The hot springs are hardly ever totally empty, but today there are only two other dragons and the blue and his rider are making ready to depart. It's an odd hour to be bathing a dragon, when most are eating dinner, but that might be why K'zin chose it for getting Rasavyth clean. The bath is over now and the bronze bordering on somnolent while his rider lounges in the pool, eyes closed, muscular body relaxed. The odd hour might be why Reisoth appears a short distance from the springs and angles toward the shore to land. He offers the other bronze a brief acknowledgment of presence as greeting while his rider dismounts and goes about removing his straps. If H'vier realizes which bronze and rider are there, he's so far given no indication. Reisoth is boring to him, but Rasavyth says hello anyway, with just a shimmer of ooze. He's busy trying to solve a puzzle that seems without solution, only there must be one because all puzzles have a solution, or many. He's going to solve it. He will. K'zin's eyes open when the sound of the other bronze's arrival clues him into company. His brow furrows momentarily and then he settles back to lay in wait for his company. If only Reisoth were insecure enough to care that the other bronze finds him boring, he might be more interesting. But he's unapologetically not. Once H'vier has freed him of his straps, the larger bronze moves toward the other end of the springs to slide into the water. His rider frowns at him, but goes about disrobing to join him anyway. Rasavyth doesn't care. Reisoth's not part of the puzzle or the solution. He's separate. Apart. Wholly extraneous. K'zin probably doesn't (these days) normally, pointedly observe a person stripping down, but now he shifts in the water to let his arms fold across the edge and brown eyes linger on H'vier. He even whistles low when the pants come off. The whistle draws H'vier's attention, as it was no doubt meant to do, and his frown is joined by narrowed eyes at the younger bronzerider who's currently looking at him. "You need something, boy?" Maybe a fist in his face? Or some water in his lungs? H'vier would be happy to give him either. "Maybe," K'zin answers, perfectly aware they're alone. "Not sure you're man enough to give me what I need," the words are carefully chosen and carefully spoken with juuust the right inflection to tickle those buttons H'vier's been known to have. "Not when there hasn't been a flight, anyway." There's amusement for that. K'zin's eyes don't move from the larger man. "Fuck what you need," says H'vier, clearly battling the sudden urge to get a lot more up close and personal with the other bronzerider. And probably not for reasons that K'zin would like. Though, by his own words, he might not like anything H'vier could do to him, even if it didn't involve breaking anything. "Didn't you just fire your wingsecond because you couldn't handle fucking him?" K'zin asks, just as cool as can be. He actually sounds a bit bored by H'vier's tough talk. "What're you getting out of this?" H'vier growls, moving toward the water without getting in. Maybe he's not worried about getting looked at now. K'zin has told him he's not his type, hasn't he? "Is this what you get off on when your girl isn't giving you what you need, either?" "If she weren't putting out and I needed to get off, I'd just go see my guy." K'zin answers the older man with a flash of amused teeth. "Fortunately, it's not usually a problem either way." He looks at H'vier some moments, "Besides, I wouldn't want you to have to suffer the indignity of helping me get off... Again." He moves away from the edge, back into the water. It doesn't answer the scruffy man's question really, but K'zin probably doesn't care. "Good. Then fuck off." H'vier, instead of attempting to follow K'zin, turns back to pick up his discard clothes so he can carry them further down the shore with him. No doubt he's starting to get cold. It's not exactly warm out here. Laughter follows him, but not K'zin. K'zin stays just where he started until his bronze is ready to go. Then they're out, rider dried and dressed, and up, up and away. Probably going to get laid~ |
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