Logs:Blame it on the Girls
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| RL Date: 12 March, 2013 |
| Who: Nicky, Wakizian |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The end of a bromance? Nicky spills the beans to Wakizian. |
| Where: Smith Workroom |
| When: Day 15, Month 3, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Mave/Mentions, Hana/Mentions |
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| Smith Workroom, High Reaches Weyr Although the forge is outside in the bowl, the weyr smiths do have a workroom of their own indoors, designed for projects of a smaller nature. It's not as large as some of the other workrooms, but it does have the advantage of two narrow, glassed-in windows built into the far wall, providing light that is adequately supplemented by a series of glows attached to the walls. Against the right-hand wall, a small pump and basin provides water, and a single hearth warmth. Long workbenches sit flush against the rest of the walls, wide enough to provide a generous working space. Storage is provided in the form of long racks and shelves above the benches, upon which a collection of tools and equipment have been carefully sorted.
Finally! One that coincides! The first all candidacy, in fact. Wakizian is scheduled for rest, too, today, but it's not surprising that he saunters into the forge anyway. After all, to forge enthusiasts, a rest day just means time to work on one's personal projects! "Hey Nicky," He greets with a smile, "Rest day together at last. Working on something for Hana?" He pauses by the other candidate to observe his work for a moment before moving on to the next work bench over and into the trunk off to one side where his projects are kept when he's not working on them. He busies himself throwing on his apron, and then begins taking out some bits and pieces - some slender metal rods, some larger, and a leather bag full of something that clinks many times over. Although his friend's presence isn't exactly unexpected in their place of work, Nicky is still surprised to see Wakizian when he walks in - so much so that he nearly drops the tools he's working with. "U-um... Waki! H-hey." If the over-played greeting wasn't enough, then the fact that Nicky's stuttering - something not that common around his best bud, will give away that there's something up... and Nicky looks as if he knows as much, as he drops his attention back down to his work. "Yeah." Spoken too slowly, too carefully; a conscious effort to stop the stammer. "F-for Hana." And it is the flower he spoke of making, if Waki gets close enough to see it; the tiny petals of which Nicky is painstakingly working on perfecting. There are people who don't miss a beat. They are in tune with the pulse of life and when the rhythm is off, they just know. Wakizian is not one of these people. Maybe it's because he doesn't have enough turns under his belt or perhaps he just doesn't pay enough attention to the world around him. Wakizian is like a drummer who's got his good days and his bad. The rhythm today eludes him, and he's thusly oblivious to the signs that something is up with Nicky. The cheerfulness does garner a look from him - a simple curious raised brow. "You sound like you're in a good mood. Just because of the rest day? Or did Hana change her mind about going to the Hatching Feast with you, maybe?" There's a hopeful smile for this, "I talked you up to her the night after we talked at Snowaisis. I wasn't sure she was going for the pitch, but maybe I'm smoother than I thought?" He meanders over to the other's work station to take a closer look. "Nice." He compliments. "I'm gonna put together an abacus for Mave. To help her with the bets and pay out and everything." He gestures to the rods. Nicky deadpans at Wakizian. "Y-you s-said that to her?" This does not seem like the good news it probably should have been for him. With a groan he sets his tools down, rests his elbows on the table and buries his face in his hands, knotting fingers into his curls. "Waki. I-I t-told her to ask you. Wh-what's she gonna think, now?" He lowers his splayed fingers a fraction, peering over the top of them at his friend. His tone changes then, laden with awkwardness and... softness? Warmth, certainly. "Mave will like that. "And, speaking of, he jumps right into putting himself out of his self-inflicted misery by coming right out with the confession he's had bottled up for so many days now. "I k-kissed her." "Of course I said that to her." Waki's response interjects itself before Nicky goes on to explain. "Why would you tell her that? You're the one that likes Hana. I like-- not Hana. I mean, she's nice and all. And pretty and stuff. But... she's a holder." He wrinkles his nose, "Not my type." Maybe one day he'll understand the appeal of corrupting a holder, but not now that he's still so innocent himself! "I like Weyr girls." Weyr-bred or weyrwomen, any kind of girl that can be somehow described with Weyr. "I might even like craft girls posted to a Weyr," He frowns, showing that might be stretching it. "Why would you tell Hana to ask me?" He puzzles again. Then the talk of Mave sinks in -- more like, smacks him in the face! An emotional black eye. Wakizian stares at Nicky. Then his eyes close and his mouth moves, but no words are voiced. An exceptional lip reader would see the words responsible adult mouthed before he draws in a deep breath and exhales slowly. Turning back to his desk, he starts rummaging with the rods. "Yeah. She will. It'll help." And he's nothing if not helpful. "Wish you'd said you had a thing for Mave. I kissed her too. Wouldn't have, if I'd known. Didn't know the other candidate she kissed was you. I thought you liked Hana." Not Mave. Rummage, rummage, rummage. Look busy and don't look at the friend that just brotrayed you or that you just brotrayed! Is that relief on Nicky's face? Because sure as shards there's something there that looks absolutely thrilled that he's not currently sporting a black eye or busted lip. He drops his hands from over his mouth, straightening up and knotting his fingers in the curls at his crown. Confused, he frowns at his best bud, trying to work out what just happened - and why. "I-I didn't know I had a thing for M-Mave, it j-just... happened." Beat. "I didn't know you had a thing for Mave. S-since when did you have a thing for Mave?" Another beat. Double-beat, in fact. "You k-kissed her, too?" Nicky slips his hands into his pockets, rocking back on his heels and trying to let all of this new information sink in. "W-we both kissed her?" Somehow... that amuses him. It could be nervous laughter, but he barks out a chortle anyway, shaking his head and biting down on his lip. "I didn't p-plan it, just like I d-don't like like H-Hana... what's the p-point? I-if we Impress, um, we can't do any of th-that stuff, anyway... it really j-just happened with Mave. She's... sh-she's sweet. A-and k-kinda beautiful. And... that probably isn't helping." Waki's rummaging stops, his hands fall laxly to his sides and his shoulders rise and fall in a slow shrug. "I've-- had a thing for Mave since I was twelve and she gave me a broken nose." His voice is quiet and his words are simple, "But I'm going to Impress at hatching," This sentiment is no longer expressed with the boyish frivolousness of one who only wants to Impress not to have to leave the Weyr, but with the stern and somewhat awe-inspiring resolve of someone who has decided on a path and is prepared to see it through. He continues with a shake of his head, "-and it's irresponsible of me to think about girls and dates with that coming so soon, as she kindly pointed out to me." He sighs heavily, "So you two are free to do as you like." He plucks up the short dowels, one by one gathering them into his hand, moving to place them back in his work box. "There are kisses that mean everything, and there are kisses that mean nothing. Mine meant nothing. It can't." For more reasons than one! "So don't let me stop you." He says one thing, but his tone here gives away the fact that he's hurt, frustrated, and tinged with helplessness. "Waki..." Nicky lets the name trail off as he rubs his hand over his face, leaving it clamped over his mouth as he looks at his hurt friend. "I'm s-sorry. H-how come you never said? If I'd known..." Then he would've made more of an effort not to go there. But, what's done is done. "I'm sorry," he repeats himself, this time without his hand muffling his words. "A-and you're right. Um... w-we can't think about th-things like that now, not until after the h-hatching, when we know, um, wh-where we're going ." He sighs heavily, shoulders sinking as his gaze drops to his toes. "I n-never really asked H-Hana to the feast for that reason. Um... I-I think she just m-misheard me, c-cos I said if I wasn't a candidate, I-I'd ask her, a-and then she said no, so... um... i-it felt awkward t-trying to correct her." He kicks gently at his workbench's leg with his metal-toed boot, frowning. "I d-do like Mave, Waki. I just d-didn't know I did. But, y-you're my best friend." He peeps out from under the curls that fall heavily over his eyes. "I'm s-sorry if I hurt you." "Said? Said what? That a girl that punched me for showing my affection poorly when I was twelve finally was speaking to me again, and that things were going okay, and that I might actually have a shot with her after turns of not having a hope?" Wakizian's pitch has risen with a degree of exasperation. His cheeks begin to heat, and with every admission, his blush becomes more profound. "Said that after asking out a really amazing woman I started thinking about this girl that I've always had interest in and that I might be being the biggest jerk in the world?" His pitch lilts higher yet, "Said that I'm confused and an idiot and--" He throws his hands up in the air. "How do you say all that?" Didn't he just? His shoulders roll forward as he slumps, though still standing, "If you like Mave, you have my blessing. I'm not going to fight over anyone with you." He grabs up the clinky leather bag from his work table and places that, too, back into work box, closing it carefully. "Do whatever makes you happy, Nicky. I want her to be happy. If it's you that makes her that way, so be it." He reaches behind himself to untie the apron, and it's draped in it's usual spot over the box. "Look, Nicky. I just remembered that-- ah-- that--" He flounders for a moment, "--that I have something, um, important to do today, while I have time. Rest days only come along once in awhile, so-" Because that's really something he would be likely to forget about, "I'll catch you later, alright?" And with that hurried, terrible and obvious excuse, he's double-timing it to the door. Nicky is at the point where he realises there's nothing he can, or should say, so he bites his tongue and lets his friend vent, looking guilty the whole time. It's only when Waki starts making an excuse about leaving that he tries to pipe up and stop him, but by then it's too late - his friend's already gone, and on the back of a blatantly fabricated excuse, too. Nicky sighs, sinking down onto his abandoned seat and frowning down at the work in front of him. After a long while of contemplative silence, he picks up his tools, and gets back to tinkering. |
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Comments on "Logs:Blame it on the Girls"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 12 Mar 2013 21:19:31 GMT.
*blinkblinkblink* I have decided that Mave's lips must be made out of crack. How one lil' girl can send so many boys into a tizzy... And you two should be ashamed! STOP BEING IN A TIZZY! *fingerwaggles*
Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 13 Mar 2013 04:56:20 GMT.
And here I thought her lips were made out of 'disparaging.' ;)
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