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 Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 6:29 pm
W'ten wouldn't have described his mood as "good", because that would imply he was actually feeling something. But he would say that he felt accomplished, because that was an acceptable emotion. So long as it didn't turn into pride and cause him to brag – which he would not – it was something he could deal with. But he was quite pleased with himself, and for good reason. He'd finally finished redoing one of Cordel's old healing texts, complete with updated diagrams and in a much neater handwriting. It had been left on the Healer's desk with the original – in case the good Healer was sentimental – as repayment for his gift. The book that Cordel had brought him had been very interesting, and he felt that he should repay such a gift in kind, even anonymously. Thus, he was feeling rather accomplished, and if that counted as a "good mood" then so be it.
Of course that changed rather rapidly when he rounded the corner to his shared weyr and saw someone leaving it. Someone female, to be specific, and he was sure he could call up her name if he wanted to. Lower Caverns folk by the looks of it. He liked to think she scurried away because of a sudden remembrance of her duties not that some of his irritation had leaked on his face. Doing his best to return his face to neutral, the brownrider strode into his weyr, on the look out for roommate. If that woman had been in the weyr for reasons other than cleaning…
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 6:54 pm
K'em watched idly as the drudge got her clothes back on correctly, pushing sweaty bangs away from his face as considered doing the same. She was gone fairly quickly and the brownrider was forced to assume she had some pressing chore to get to. Shardit, but this was supposed to make him feel better, not wonder about his prowess as a good lover. Grunting softly, the brownrider rolled over and shimmied his pants on not a moment too soon. Great. It was the little storm cloud, rolling in from his latest...well, whatever the little storm cloud did in his spare time.
"Hey W'ten."
K'em remained sprawled across his cot, shirtless. Shards, W'ten was lucky he still had pants on. Still rather boneless, K'em wasn't terribly inclined to move. Or think. Shards, she wasn't even that good. Today was turning out to be really lousy. And now he had W'ten to- Oh. Ooooh.
"So you're probably wondering about that girl, huh?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 7:02 pm
Well, he had his pants on. That was a small mercy. Still, it was obvious what had been going on, and it was definitely not practice for Gather dances. The fact that K'em hadn't defended himself or even pretended that there hadn't been a woman here mere moments ago was rather displeasing. It almost made the corners of his mouth turn down in disapproval. And he was not a storm cloud, for the record. He had been a very happy cloud until he came in and found K'em recovering from his sexual activities. Disrespect like that would make even the happiest cloud turn stormy.
"You know I do not wonder, K'em. I make logical deductions. Unless you're trying to tell me that the woman was not in here to engage in coitus with you." The brownrider raised an eyebrow as he settled on his caught. "Clearly it was not as pleasing as it was meant to be."
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 7:29 pm
"Now, that would be just dishonest of me," K'em drawled, brown eyes searching W'ten's face before he flopped back onto his cot dramatically. "And yes, not that you actually care, because that would mean you have emotion, yes, it kind of sucked. It was hardly worth the energy I put into it." He gave a defiant snort and ran a hand through his hair. "Today sucks. In case you were wondering. Which you weren't, I know, I know."
The urge to move unbearable, K'em rolled over again and finally sat up. Now, where did his shirt get to? He couldn't have thrown it...on W'ten's cot. Of course. What a logical place for it to be! It would probably be in his best interest to pretend the article of clothing didn't exist, lest W'ten burst open and rain all over his head. Given, that was the sort of day he was having, but.
"...I suppose you want me to clean up," he said with a resigned sigh. Without waiting for a response, he dragged himself to his feet and began to collect the rest of his scattered articles of clothing.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 7:44 pm
Like K'em cared about being dishonest. W'ten resisted the urge to snort. He lied whenever it suited him, and now would have been a good time to deny the fact that he had had a woman with him. Or, at the very least, try to out-logic him into believing that no woman had been there and he was spending some awesome quality time with his right hand. The fact that he was so openly moody and honest did not bode well. It seemed that somebody wasn't a happy cloud either. How unfortunate.
The brownrider listened quietly as his roommate spoke, noting his choice of words. "It is not advisable to encourage me to express emotion and then antagonize me about it later. You are sending mixed messages." Did bad sex really make people into emotional wrecks? If it did, he was very glad to abstain from it. He did not want to be this moody for virtually no reason.
"I do not require you to be clean in my presence. Perhaps, however, you will clarify your earlier statement. I do not believe that 'sucks' is an acceptable adjective in this context."
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 8:08 pm
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"...you totally just made a joke." K'em's face brightened just a little as he eyed W'ten. "W'ten, you just made a joke! Shards, where's a witness when you need one? This day could go down in history!" The brunette shook his head and sat back down, relieved from his cleaning duty. He made a joke. K'em snorted one last time and gave W"ten a borderline amused look.
"But she was bad in bed. Like. She needed more practice. It was a bad experience," the Wingsecond babbled, hoping that was explicit enough for his nosy roommate. Not that W'ten was actually that nosy, he had all but stumbled upon the unfortunate situation to being with. "And you know what else? I got picked apart by a mind-healer, thank you very much Cordel, and then she dismissed me as an 'average rider'." K'em huffed quietly.
"I'm not average. I'm awesome."
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 2:07 pm
W'ten raised one eyebrow, but said nothing. He wasn't sure what part of his comments was a joke, but K'em did have a strange sense of humour. Perhaps he just found something extremely funny and thus that made it a joke. That, or he had been hanging around Cordel for too long, and any positive comment appeared humorous. It was hard to tell sometimes. Usually he would point out that he did not make jokes, merely stated facts, but K'em seemed so happy that he decided to leave it alone. No use trying to improve his roommate's mood and then puncturing his happy bubble. The eyebrow would do.
K'em seemed willing to prattle on about his girl, taking very brief mental notes. He was less interested in the girl, and more interested in the bit about the mind-healer. Apparently Cordel had sent him to see her, and the results had been less than acceptable. Fascinating. "As I understand it, I would have thought being called 'average' by a mind healer would be something to desire. Certainly, had she said anything else she would have been implying that you had some sort of mental deficiency that would ruin your social life and impede your ability to perform your duties. Being average mentally does not equate to being average in other aspects. It would also be illogical to believe that you should have some sort of special mental capabilities."
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 2:28 pm
K'em wrinkled his nose and made a face. "Don't call me stupid, W'ten, that's not very nice. You know full well I can hold my own against you when I actually care to." Features softening a little, he sighed and tipped his head. "It wasn't exactly the fact the fact that she called me average...well, yeah, that was annoying, but she told me I was a waste of her space and ushered me out like a little lost child. She even patted my head, W'ten." And nothing deflated a man's ego quite like being treated like a helpless child.
"And I am not average."
K'em shifted, feeling a little better now that he'd gotten that beast off his chest. "I still think I should get revenge on Cordel. All I did was kick down his door, for a good reason! There was no reason to send me to a professional. It was completely degrading. And even if I had issues, which I don't, why in Faranth's name would I tell a complete stranger?" That's what friends were for! Not that he told his friends about anything that concerned him, either, but there wasn't anything wrong with keeping things to yourself if they were mortifying, right? Right.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 6:44 pm
"I did not call you stupid. Not having special mental capabilities does make you stupid." Honestly. Just because W'ten used so many words didn't mean you could interpret them incorrectly. More words meant more precise language. Everybody knew that. Besides, the fact that K'em could hold his own against W'ten was irrelevant. Being able to do something and doing it on a regular basis were two totally different things. The fact that K'em chose to be stupid automatically put him in the stupid category. It was no use being smart when you didn't use it.
"Perhaps she had a more pressing appointment. And perhaps she herself is suffering from an overactive mothering instinct and thus feels the need to treat all her patients as though they are her children. You cannot use one encounter with a person, especially with a woman, as a judge of her entire character, and as such, devote your energies to what she thinks of you. There are hundreds of factors to consider. Personal experience, for one. She might have met many riders who are much more exciting than you. One cannot always be at the top." W'ten gave a small shrug.
Ah, so it was Cordel who had suggested it. He would. "It is possible he predicted the mind-healer's response to you and was using this as punishment. Have you considered that angle?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 7:06 pm
K'em rolled his eyes and shot W'ten what could only be deemed a 'look'. His friends cast large shadows, being either highly accomplished or incredibly intelligent. Being 'average' really just meant K'em wasn't as good as his friends. The brownrider simply chose to be stupid so no one would actually make the comparison. Even no one looked, they couldn't see the truth. Even W'ten hadn't drawn that conclusion yet.
Whatever happiness W'ten had inspired earlier was gone in a flash. "Clearly, W'ten, you do not know me very well. It's all or nothing." Being second-best simply wasn't acceptable, it just meant you weren't trying hard enough. He ignored the comment about Cordel; the argument was entirely sound and K'em didn't have the energy to waste on a losing battle. "I will be at the top, brownrider or not. There is no other option."
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 7:15 pm
If W'ten had been the mocking type he would have happily parroted back what K'em said. Clearly he didn't know him very well. Psh. As if. W'ten knew his roommate much better than K'em thought he did, and often times far more intimately than he ever wanted to know him. He'd seen every inch of flesh, nearly every injury, and about half of his life's worth of triumphs and failures. Clearly, he thought he knew K'em very well, despite his roommate's ability to defy logic whenever possible. And he was not going to take this kind of sass from him. Not after he'd had a bad lay in their weyr. It was just plain unacceptable.
He fixed the brownrider with his best 'if you're going to be this stupid please inflict it on Cordel' look. It was time to lay it out logically. "Then perhaps I will remind you that you are moping around and being a general unpleasant creature because one woman deemed you average and not worth her time. I was lead to believe that your ego was not so weak as to be unable to withstand such a meagre insult. If I didn't know any better, I would think she refused to sleep with you and told you that your size was inadequate for her needs." Oh yes, W'ten just went there. And he even had the nerve to raise an eyebrow.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 7:39 pm
...what.
No. Wait. What?
In the moments following, it was all K'em could do to keep his jaw from dropping to his feet as W'ten's words sunk it. He didn't- no. He did, that b*****d! He totally went there. Back on his feet in the blink of an eye, K'em took a step, positioning himself toe-to-toe with his roommate as he caught his eye. "You have seen me naked countless times, and you know that's not true."
A stray thought suddenly caught the Wingsecond's attention. A smirk settling back into place, he folded his arms over his chest and fired away. "And since when have you been so knowledgable about size? How many men have you seen naked?" he prodded, drumming his fingers on his forearm. It was a question that begged for an answer. If W'ten wanted to get personal, well, K'em could too. He hadn't really been looking for a fight today, but-
Today just insisted on being a bad day, didn't it?
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 7:52 pm
What was that? The sound of pure awesome? I believe so!
W'ten had to try very hard not to grin, using all of his intestinal fortitude to keep himself under control. He had finally been able to stump K'em. The brownrider was so obviously speechless he felt that he deserved a regular pat on the back. But let's not get too emotional. He must study the situation and find the facts. There were two possible reasons for K'em's reaction. The first was that what W'ten said was correct and he was surprised, and the second was that he couldn't believe W'ten had actually said something like that. He was banking on the latter.
"My opinion on the matter is irrelevant. Hers was clearly more important to you. " The brownrider tipped his head and raised the other eyebrow. So K'em was taking offense at this? How very interesting. He would have to remember this and use it later. And now K'em was questioning his knowledge. Did the brownrider even think there were some areas of W'ten's life he would really rather not know about? Apparently not. Ah well. Luckily, this one had an easy answer.
"I do not believe that communal bathing is a foreign practice to any dragonrider or candidate, K'em."
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 8:32 pm
"Yeah, but I don't believe comparing p***s size is a vital part of bathing, W'ten. Trust me, you can avoid looking at those things if you want." K'em's grin could not get any wider. W'ten wanted smart? Here it was! There was nothing quite like going step-for-step with his roommate; it was an excellent outlet for frustration and stress. "Not that there's anything wrong with checking out bathmates, that's practically what it's for. As long as you can own up to it."
Entirely too proud of himself, K'em took a step back and looked W'ten up and down. Yeah, he just checked him out. Take that, you sassy little rain cloud. "You hungry?" No, that didn't come out of no where. Point proven, K'em didn't see the need to linger on the topic. "Because I'm famished. I think we should have dinner. I should also find some clean clothes to put on."
Oh yeah. Wasn't he trying to ignore that shirt?
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2009 12:02 pm
"Avoidance is illogical. Besides, for you to assert that you are more than adequate you must also have made similar comparisons. Therefore, to attempt to make it out to be perverted makes you a hypocrite." Take that. As if K'em could ever out-logic W'ten after sex. Still, there were almost at a stalemate, which was somewhat displeasing. He had won many of the battles but not the war, and that was what counted in the end. The brownrider decided to lay the conflict to rest, however, without taking any final shots at K'em. It had served its purpose to make his roommate more coherent (and feel better, but W'ten didn't care about feelings).
K'em was already jumping to his next favourite topic – and checking him out apparently – and W'ten decided to continue with the motion. Food was a good idea after all that writing. He could only hope that K'em wouldn't make passes at him over dinner. If he wanted someone to flirt with he should go hang out with Cordel. "If you wish to accompany me to the dining hall, then yes." Perhaps as an act of peacemaking, W'ten held out the shirt that was trying to make its new home on his cot. The cot-shirt was going to be successfully eradicated, even if it did mean killing off a species in the making.
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