It's alright, I guess. {Jack!}

[Nia]

It was rare these days for M'kiru to venture out of his small personal weyr without having some sort of chore or duty to do. He rarely got time for himself, but that was fine, he guessed. What did M'kiru need stupid time for anyway? It wasn't like the Weyr had robbed him of anything he needed. But when he did get time to himself, he usually spent it in his own weyr anyway, with Thauth. The Black could prove to be decent company... when he really wanted to. Mostly he slept. But it wasn't like he was scared to leave, or anything. He just didn't want to!

But he had to eat... so out M'kiru was. He avoided most people, even though they didn't really spare much of a glance at him, and made his way to the Dining Halls. Thauth was back at his weyr, lazing about. That's all he'd done since they'd gotten here... stupid lazy dragon. When he started getting fat it wasn't going to be M'kiru's fault.... But the thought of food made his stomach growl so he quickened his pace. Shard it... he hated all of these stupid people. Belonging to a Weyr... he was only here because he had to be. Though, he really didn't know why he had to be here anymore. Dragons couldn't survive very well on their own, which was partially why the group of Renegades had rose up anyway. Besides... there was also something about the other Weyrs hating on Dalibor because of... them, he guessed. It was something stupid, but M'kiru wasn't going to be welcomed anywhere else. Might as well stay here....

The route to the Dining Hall wasn't very long at all, and M'kiru made it there without any problems. No one really knew who he was, so why would he have problems? Except a few glares, maybe... though he hadn't really done much to deserve a glare. He grabbed a meatroll and started eating it before he even began to look for a table, which ended up being a smart idea. His usual table, the one way in the back, was currently occupied. This wouldn't have been an issue, except the person currently at the table was... well, literally on the table. Sleeping. And with closer inspection, M'kiru immediately recognized the being sleeping on his table. Of course... it had to be T'el.

He finished off his meatroll and crossed his arms angerly, walking towards the table in the back. He watched T'el sleep for a few moments (he did look a lot... nicer when he was sleeping, M'kiru had to admit) and then poked the other man in the side. "Oi, what do you think you're doing?" he said. Said, not yelled, for once. There were other people around... this was a public place. "You can't just sleep on tables like that, idiot."

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It had been a long day.

T'el had woken up late--as usual--and shambled his way down to explore, only to find that his chores had in fact, not been done. It was almost as though the wherrybrains expected him to do them! Well! They had quite another thing coming.

An hour later all of his little slave work was finished, hurriedly completed by six poor drudges who had passed just close enough for the blue-eyed menace to strike out and drag them off. Clever T'el had watched the entire time, absently chewing on various snacks as he stalked the halls, making certain his miniature army was working just as he wanted. And when they were gone, he did a second inspection, and humbly accepted an impressed compliment from a passing rider who "had no idea how determined the renegades were to get back a good name!"

But all of that "work" could take a toll on a poor ol' father, so it was with a merry little skip that he made his way to a nice napping place...only to discover the little knook he was so fond of rudely occupied by an army of grumpily clicking tunnelsnakes. While his lovely little knives made quick work of the poor creatures, the bloody gore and stench made the knook unappealing.

The table in the dining hall, however, that was placed close enough for Sjueth to be able to pop a head nosily in--checking on his insane Mine--before going back to his usual business, was just perfect..making M'kiru's strange discovery make...a semblance of sense.



T'el gave an annoyed grunt when the other's finger discovered a spot between his ribs, and one arm swatted lazily at the blond. He knew exactly what wherrybrain had decided to try and split his side, and while on a general basis he did not appreciate fingers jabbed painfully in his flesh, this was a time he would accept the proding without comment. "I can sleep where I want." He grumbled out with a huff, refusing to open his eyes for the time being, "S'not like anyone can do anything about it anyways. Sjueth's bigger'n most of those brainless lizards they call dragons, and its not like I'm relying on them to survive."

Okay, so perhaps that wasn't entirely true. T'el was no fool--he knew exactly what would happen should he leave Dalibor. But that didn't make him submit to their rules entirely any faster.

[Nia]

It was no wonder that T'el had been left to sleep in peace until M'kiru got there. He was the scary Renegade, so he was usually left alone. M'kiru was crazy to casually jab him in the side like that, but M'kiru never thought before he acted. Not that T'el was going to do anything to him, though. He simply got brushed away. At least the other had woken up... M'kiru was quite possessive of his "territory". ...not that T'el was his territory, just this table! Why did he even think about that?! His brain was starting to erode because of this stupid Weyr....

But he wasn't moving, only talking. He didn't even open his eyes! Annoying dimglow... though, what he said was right. Sjueth was bigger than most of the other dragons, sans the Queens, so he was exempt from a lot of things. That Weyrwoman couldn't just throw them out after extending such a generous hand... and it's not like she'd throw them out for sleeping on tables. It was a pretty innocent act... to everyone except M'kiru, who quite enjoyed eating in the little corner this table was situated in. He wasn't sure he could ever eat here again, not knowing that T'el used this place to nap. Gross. How often had he done this?! M'kiru didn't want to know... even if realistically this was probably the first time it'd happened. M'kiru wasn't exactly rational enough to think about that.

He pouted, even though T'el's eyes were closed and couldn't see him. "Do you have to pick THIS table then? It's my table and I don't want to eat where your ugly rear has been," he snapped on impulse. He really should think to lay off the insults... though, that wasn't what made T'el mad at him. He didn't really know what made T'el mad at him, actually. He couldn't figure out the other man and no matter what he did or said, T'el did the opposite of what was expected. It drove him crazy... which was probably why he kept coming back. It wasn't like M'kiru was a good reader of people in the first place, but still, it annoyed him to be so wrong all the time, even if it was just in his head.

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With a lazy little yawn, the man tilted his head towards M'kiru, cracking an eye just in time to see that brilliant little pout. Immediately, his almost grumpy look melted to smug amusement, and he licked his lips absently as he reached up with one arm, pulling the blond down by his collar. He leaned up to meet the other, and pressed his lips against the man's.

He gave a pleased hum at the taste of the blond's lips, and gave a wide grin of approval. "Hm. That's interesting...if I recall, I remember hearing something about my 'ugly rear' being quite nice." His grin twisted as though he were starved, and he yanked M'kiru down for another hungry kiss, breaking away only to nibble at the man's throat, giving a quiet, sweet sigh, "You didn't have any complaints the last time you topped, now did you?"

T'el's eyes flashed mischeivously as he kissed the other's jawbone, only to withdraw completely, rolling off the table and sidling away, "But! I suppose my ass just isn't good enough for your taste. Guess I'll have to find something else to appreciate me~"

[Nia]

M'kiru's pouty expression changed to one of surprise as T'el pulled him down for a kiss... though he didn't return it, he merely made a sound that sounded something like a protest. Really? They were in public! This was a public place! And this was his table! He didn't want to kiss T'el on his table. That was disgusting. Well, he was definitely going to change his table after this... the thought annoyed him, but there was no way he could ever eat here now. Because knowing T'el, this was probably going to get a lot worse. Or better, depending on which one of them.

He made to protest again at T'el's response to his insult, only to be pulled down for another kiss that he didn't try to resist this time. Well... whatever, fine! It wasn't like he wanted it, or anything, but T'el was pretty persuasive. "I... well... you..." he said aimlessly, not knowing a good enough response. Sharding T'el! How could he be so witty all the time?! He always knew what to say. "Well you don't have to..." he stopped again, scowling at his loss of words. But it didn't matter what he said anyway, because T'el stood up and withdrew from his table. Not that M'kiru could ever eat here again anyway just because he was quite spiteful like that.

The blond knew it was a... joke, of course. Or at least, he hoped so. ...no he was fairly sure. He crossed his arms and tried to look indignant. "I didn't say that! Your ass is..." he stopped, turning red and attempting to mask that by looking even more indignant. "Hmph! It's not like I'm very appreciative in the first place, you know! And you're so popular, I'm sure you'll find someone," he rolled his eyes and didn't make to walk after T'el. There were people around, afterall... he didn't want this to become some kind of scene. Not that it would, but... it might end up being some other kind of scene that would embarass M'kiru to no end.

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Lazily, with the slow, sashaying stride of a show-off, the Ironrider hummed and began to slide away, his arms folded behind his back absently. His movements were purposefully sensual, every step showing off his best sides until he paused, glancing over his shoulder at the blond haired man behind him.

The blackette's eyes were gleaming as he looked at the other, a mischievous 'come hither' stare that flickered as he gave a lop-sided grin. "You'll probably right..." He crooned, licking his lips as a finger sought out his chin thoughtfully, "I could go find someone else." He swung his hips, tilting his head, and then gave a devilish little smirk. "Perhaps that's what I should do! Do you really not want me, my little pretty...?"

[Nia]

M'kiru kept his arms crossed and made it a point not to look at T'el as he walked away, though it was obvious that he kept glancing back. He forced himself to keep his gaze away and not turn any shade of red. If he was turning red, it was definitely out of anger and not embarrassment. Or anything even close to that. But he was failing at even convincing himself that, and only managed to huff angerly in an attempt to further imply that he was not watching T'el and that he did not care. Because he didn't.

He huffed angerly again when T'el turned around, moving his face back so he was actually looking at the other. No way, he was lying! He wasn't actually going to find someone else, was he?! Yeah... it was a lie, and it wasn't like M'kiru would care anyway. He definitely wasn't a jealous person, and if he was, he wouldn't be jealous about the Ironrider that he tried so hard to convince himself that he hated... or was at least annoyed by. "Hmph... I never said that," he managed to say, though it was a very obvious lie... because he'd just said exactly what T'el had repeated only a few minutes ago, "Whatever. You better not go find someone else or I'll never talk to you again!" He had really meant to say that last line as a sort of joke... but it came out a lot more serious than he'd meant. Shard it.

"I'm not 'your little pretty'," even repeating that description of himself made M'kiru turn a bit more red. Sharding T'el! Making him so angry that he was turning red... stupid....

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