Logs:Scrappy
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| RL Date: 11 February, 2013 |
| Who: Z'ian, Barnabas |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Bones catches his favorite Bronzerider taking a bath. Roughhousing ensues. |
| Where: Bathing Pools, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 17, Month 13, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Jo/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions |
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| Bathing Pools, High Reaches Weyr Omnipresent clouds of steam slink across the tops of three naturally warm pools, set into the floor of this kidney-shaped cavern. Near the entrance the ceiling is high and polished, gleaming with little mineral specks as it sweeps downward into increasingly ragged, uneven steps. The foremost of the pools is squared off with wide steps leading down into the water and has faucets for bringing in cooler water from a rain-catching cistern. Primarily used for laundry, there's an almost constant film of suds along its surface until the circulating current clears it at the end of the day. Four sinks line the nearest wall and various tubs stored beneath allow for the washing of delicates. Laundry bags can be dropped off in the bins near the door and clean, folded laundry is stacked in rows of tall cubbies for easy pickup. The bend in the cavern leads to a rougher-hewn part of the chamber where the two circular bathing pools welcome those in need of a wash. Towels and washcloths are kept in neat stacks on shelves along the wall, along with sacks of sweetsand and a few bars of precious soap. Stone benches provide a place for sitting to remove shoes and clothing, while a row of gleaming brass hooks stand above, ready to hold clothes and robes. Rub a dub dub, three men in a tub. Except there's no tub. And there aren't even two men here right now. It must be some period of off-time for the bathing pools because the place is basically deserted, go figure. Z'ian isn't complaining when he arrives, sunburn largely faded to just a darker tone and hint of pink on his fair skin. He strips his clothes off and folds them neatly onto the closest bench before sinking into the heated pools. Since there isn't exactly a wait line to get into the water, he doesn't rush to wash anything. He just sinks up to his chin and enjoys the warmth, taking a moment to dunk his head under the water and soak his hair. The low growling sounds start faint enough to be written off as imaginary at first, but they continue to grow louder and louder until they reveal themselves to be something else entirely. Humming? Evidently Bones thinks himself capable of song when alone, though he doesn't entirely realize he's not until he rounds the corner. "Oh, shit! Hi Z'ian!" He gives a wave, entirely nude with the exception a towel draped over shoulder. It's tossed idly to a dry part of the stone. "You got a little sunburn eh?" There might be a touch of knowing to the smile he gives. Maybe. He rolls his eyes up towards the ceiling, his gaze flickering this way and that as he tries to peg the sound of the humming. Animal, vegetable, mineral? None of the above it would seem. Bones enters completely nude and Z'ian barely has a look that registers any real surprise for that, they're in the bathing pools after all. He does straighten up in the water, reaching for the sweetsand to work into his hair. "Oh hey. How's it going, man?" He shoots back, scratching vigorously at his scalp. That little tiny touch of knowing garners a quick second glance to the man. "Ah, yeah. Just a bit. It was worse a few days ago." Bones slides down into the water with a bit too much gusto, creating sloshing sounds and a series of low waves across the surface of the pools. "Worse a few days ago eh? Man, you must'a been having some real fun to keep you distracted." Despite the wide grin on his face, the man seems tense, the muscles in him tightly wound and coiled as if in holding something in. He can't do it. Subtlety is not his nature. "Bwahaahahaha! I can't do this vague stuff. Jo told me about the beach, man. Cmon, you should'a known better. Ain't no way a girl like that's gonna take you and not find a way to leave you sore for days. She just got Rukbat's help! Hahahaha!" "Yeah, I don't have the right skin to be in that type of sun. Not unless my aim is to look like a fucking tomato." Z'ian explains before dousing his soapy head with water. He notices the tense muscles despite the otherwise jovial expression. It's definitely enough to put him on guard, so he just waits out the few long seconds before Bones proceeds to laugh loudly. His gaze goes from narrowed and briefly suspicious of his behavior to slightly widened eyes to just a slow nod. "She did, did she?" Not that there's anything greatly surprised on his expression now, eventually he does laugh with a slow shake of his head. "Well, yeah. But I suppose I'm a glutton for punishment sometimes. The girl has a way about her." "Got a way about her eh?" Bones raises an eyebrow at the sudsy Bronze, smile faded slightly as he tries to read between the lines. He's not very good at that. "She's real sweet on you." With no regard to personal space, Bones wades across the water to take a spot right next to Z'ian, and goes so far to throw an arm over Z'ian's shoulder. "I mean course she is? You're one charmin' dude. Handsome as any too. Like, if there was some kinda weyr beauty contest? Bet you'd come in top five I bet." With the two forcefully joined at the hip by a strong inked arm, Bones looks out across the surface of the water, his grin growing a touch more lecherous. "And that Jo's a real firecracker ain't she? Wait, is she? Or was it more like one of them slow and gentle kinda moments where you all gaze into eachother's eyes?" He turns to look Z'ian right in the face. "Does she trim the hedges? Or is she the type to go the full scorched earth down south? Ha! Y'know what, don't tell me. If I wanted to know that, I'd just ask her!" The close contact does a good job of putting him just a touch off of his game. Taking a slow breath, Z'ian laughs and glances to the side and up at Bones. "She does." The tension in his shoulders release in degrees, before he responds with a very simple, "Ah, we're close." All the rest has him producing a close lipped smile that's complete with a shake of his head. "Me? I don't know that I'd categorize myself as charming and in the top five. I mean, with a guy like you around? You probably take up two or three of the slots all on your own. Then K'del is a pretty handsome guy too, really no place for me and my sunburn. Lets not get started on H'vier." He lifts his hands, palms up and shrugging. The following series of questions is met with one amused, raised eyebrow. "Guess you'll have to ask her then, if you want to know." Alright, maybe the last little itty part of that isn't so amused. But he's still smiling. Close encounters are capped off with a few wet slaps to the center of Z'ian's back, congratulatory pats mindful of the potential sting they might offer. Well, at least they would be mindful, if not for taking into account the sunburn. Bones seems to realize it only after he's done. "Awww shard it, your sunburn. Damn, you okay?" His eyebrows pinch up in the middle and the smile is gone, the comradery briefly paused. Like a big stupid puppy, he sometimes doesn't know his own strength. "Want to slap me 'round a little?" Now there's a touch of a smile as he offers his potential solution. Z'ian winces at the feel of the big man's hand hitting him between the shoulder blades, splashing forward a little in the water. After a couple of careful blinks he ends up shaking his head, "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. It's more or less better anyway. Just, damn. You're a strong guy." He scans Bones face and laughs, reaching out and pushing him dead center in the chest. "Not particularly. I try to only hit people that I don't like. Even if the ones I do like hit me on my sensitive baby soft skin." Bones gives his own little wince at the briefly pained expression on Z'ian's face, but it fades as soon as Z'ian lets loose a laugh. "Hey now, you're just callin' me strong cuz I called you handsome, ha!" It seems neither of them take compliments at simple face value, but Bones lights up as his chest his shoved, forced to take a short step back in the waters. "Whoa-ho there tough guy, you got some strength in yourself now do you?" The big man's smile turns a bit predatory. "Least I could beat H'vier once!" The gloves are off, and Bones gives a bit of a cackle as he closes the distance between them in a sudden lunge, intent on slipping around the bronzerider and putting him in a soapy full-nelson. "Hey, my ma taught me it wasn't right to not return a compliment. Doesn't mean it's not honest." Z'ian shoots back, sounding more or less amused. Though he's a little less so when the gloves come off and Bones is moving behind him. The bronzerider doesn't even bother trying to evade or get away from Bones in the soapy, slippery baths. Whenever the gardener's arms come around him, he abruptly shifts his mass back against the other man down and lets his form go into complete deadweight to knock him off balance. And he also takes a deep breath because he'll probably end up under water at some point here. Bones is waiting for a struggle from Z'ian. He's used to struggling from this spot, especially when naked, but Z'ian's approach to escape takes him off guard. Z'ian is dunked entirely underwater and Bones follows, practically falling atop the sun soaked bronzerider. Thankfully the buffer of hot water keeps him from crushing him entirely, Bones quick to stand up out of the water with a mass of wet hair hanging in front of his face. If not for the ink, it'd briefly be hard to tell whether he was facing front or back, but a whip of his head sends the dreads around to slap against his back. "You squirmy little bastard! Haha!" Maybe Z'ian is used to escaping from large, muscled men in the baths. It's a mystery that will likely remain unanswered. He undoubtedly gets a few bruises from being knocked into the stony floor of the pool, but the bronzerider pops up in good time and isn't coughing too badly from inhaled water. Emerging to the side and not in front of Bones, he has enough advantage to try and knock the wind out of his gut. And maybe enough strength, if the gardener doesn't notice him first. He won't even bother trying to go for the much taller man's face, Bones completely has him on reach. With a laugh, "Sorry, sometimes you need to play dirty. Squirmy." There's an oof sound mingled with laughter as he's struck in the gut by the bronze's fist, the meaty smack of wet knuckles in against his stomach only punctuated more sharply by the droplets of water ricocheting outward at the strike. Bones is forced to take a few steps back again, this time holding an outstreched hand palm-forward to let Z'ian know that a pause is required. It caught him in mid-breath, cutting the wind short, and he needed to take a second to catch it once again. "Oh I'm gonna get you for that one..." came the promise, mingled with laughter. "Heheh, but later. Gotta let your skin heal up o'course." He takes a step forward and gives a playful push with his fingertips right in the center of Z'ian's chest. "You're stronger'n you look. Scrappy!" There's a moment of tension after that impacting of fist to stomach. But he heeds the outstretched hand and request to pause, relaxing his fingers and taking a step back away from Bones. Z'ian rakes his fingers through his damp hair and stumbles back when he gets that push to the chest. But it seems like the moment of friendly violent acts has passed. The bronzerider laughs and shakes his head, "I wasn't always a pampered, handsome, charming dragonrider." He flashes the other man an easy smile and puts his hand out to shake on it. "Lets go drink? I think I owe you one after that." Sucker punching? Yes, "Yeah, I could use a fresh mug." Of klah, naturally. His laughs slowly taper off as they calm themselves, his eyes darting around to look for the soapsand that he had actually meant to scrub himself down with. Unkempt, but not unclean. "And oh sure, rub that all in my face why don'tcha?" Pampered, Handsome, Charming. Everything Bones wasn't. The jealously was mostly mockery. Mostly. "I still gotta scrub myself up. You head up to the snowasis, I'll meetcha there in ten?" "Alright, get yourself cleaned up." He answers, pulling himself up out of the pools. Sunburn from Jo, possibly sick from Vienne and now bruised from Bones. With friends like this... Z'ian rolls his eyes at the throw-back of rubbing it in his face, shooting the bigger man a crooked easy smile. "I'll save us a booth in the back, by the darts." The bronzerider grabs a towel to wrap around his body and gathers up his clothes, but before disappearing down the tunnels to get dressed he pauses. "Hey, Bones?" Once he's flagged his attention again he winks real slow and flirtatious like before blowing him a little kiss. Bones wades through water towards the cleansing sands, aiming to make this a quick clean up as opposed to a long hot soak. As he trudges throuh the waters, few pats of his stomach are given, feeling over the subtle ridges to it to scan for any lingering soreness from bronzerider fist. None to be found. When Z'ian calls out to him, Bones' grin grows to the size it was at discussing Jo's nethers. "Don't tease me. I'll get you hammered enough to make me handsome." He slaps the water at such an angle to send a precision splash Z'ian's way, landing just at the bronzerider's ankles. "Now go snag us a good table." With date made, he starts the arduous task of getting his long body clean and ready. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 12 Feb 2013 01:34:31 GMT.
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...Bones is WEIRD. Poor Z'ian, putting up with friends who burn, infect, and bruise. ;)
They would make a cute couple, though. Ha!
Leova (Varied (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 12 Feb 2013 07:56:12 GMT.
< That's one way to get clean. o.O
XD
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