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 Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 5:10 pm
So the deal didn't sound completely fair, but K'em was not going to look a prize runner in the mouth. "Sounds good, W'ten." He offered his friend a wide smile and a sigh of relief, glad the game ended on such a positive note. "I'll do my share, don't worry." He didn't have a choice and...and part of him actually wanted to. He'd committed to it and managed to have a logical argument with his roommate for this. It was a prize, however strange it felt.
It was nice to have, all the same.
The brownrider couldn't wipe the stupid smile off his face, not while he started to collect his clothing, not while he sorted his documents, not even when he found a few items of food he'd long since forgotten. (Those he tried to dispose of quickly, before W'ten could scold him for it.)
Finally, when their weyr resembled something livable, something that hadn't exploded with K'em all over the walls, he made his way over to the other brownrider and slung an arm over his shoulders. "Job well done, eh? Let's go down to the dining hall and get something to eat. I'm starving."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 7:26 pm
Don't worry. How many times he heard those words from K'em?
Still, W'ten got up from his cot and made his way over to K'em's side of their weyr and started with the clean up. His roommate was surprisingly diligent, something that the brownrider found quite pleasing. It was one of those rare times that they worked together and remembered why they were actually friends. With W'ten's logical efficiency and K'em's pigheaded honesty they made a good pair, even if it was only cleaning up the weyr.
He had just stood up from straightening the drawers when K'em put an arm around his shoulders. His roommate never liked admitting how much shorter he was than W'ten, so he tolerated the gesture. "That would be acceptable. Lead the way." He could afford to allow K'em some sort of recreational pleasure after his work.
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