12.Jul.23, 04:32 AM
"Who let you back in?" Orgailian replied with a grin. Qoriene knew what it was all about. She was fun, didn't expect anything resembling commitment, and was just as snarky and blunt as he was so she wasn't easily offended. She was actually one of the few people he was sad to leave behind when he moved to Igen Weyr--not that he would ever tell Qori that and give her something to lord over him.
Orgailian opened his mouth to answer the question and instead gave a small laugh at the playful diss to his writing. "My good looks get me laid." It sure as shit wasn't his sparkling personality either. He didn't share his poetry with too many people to truly know if spouting some of it would actually get him laid. It seemed like too much of a time-waster and roundabout way when the direct approach of simply telling someone they were hot and asking if they wanted to bang worked just fine for him.
"And two very long days," he answered the question about how long he had been suffering in Fort as he sat up. The notebook was tucked back into his satchel and out of reach of curious friends. If Qoriene truly wanted to see it, she could beg for it. Until then, she would just have to suffer being his entertainment. "I don't know why I still bother with Fort. Most of the fun people are gone." There were still enough to keep him busy if they weren't so busy themselves. He'd eventually track down and corner M'quel and properly distract her from the assholes that were harassing her about being a Healer. She'd mentioned it in a letter to A'tay some time ago and it had been amusing to watch his brother try not to intervene with his Weyrsecond powers.
"How's Ista doing without me there? Did you join K'tir's book club full time yet?" He had even briefly been a member after everything he had heard about the brownrider's skills in bed. He definitely learned why Casa and Zelly insisted on helping K'tir, but how Zelly kept getting out of her chores to read to the blind man was beyond him. Were the Candidate Master and assistants truly that clueless or was it pity for the man that lost his vision and his daughter during the poison attacks?
Orgailian opened his mouth to answer the question and instead gave a small laugh at the playful diss to his writing. "My good looks get me laid." It sure as shit wasn't his sparkling personality either. He didn't share his poetry with too many people to truly know if spouting some of it would actually get him laid. It seemed like too much of a time-waster and roundabout way when the direct approach of simply telling someone they were hot and asking if they wanted to bang worked just fine for him.
"And two very long days," he answered the question about how long he had been suffering in Fort as he sat up. The notebook was tucked back into his satchel and out of reach of curious friends. If Qoriene truly wanted to see it, she could beg for it. Until then, she would just have to suffer being his entertainment. "I don't know why I still bother with Fort. Most of the fun people are gone." There were still enough to keep him busy if they weren't so busy themselves. He'd eventually track down and corner M'quel and properly distract her from the assholes that were harassing her about being a Healer. She'd mentioned it in a letter to A'tay some time ago and it had been amusing to watch his brother try not to intervene with his Weyrsecond powers.
"How's Ista doing without me there? Did you join K'tir's book club full time yet?" He had even briefly been a member after everything he had heard about the brownrider's skills in bed. He definitely learned why Casa and Zelly insisted on helping K'tir, but how Zelly kept getting out of her chores to read to the blind man was beyond him. Were the Candidate Master and assistants truly that clueless or was it pity for the man that lost his vision and his daughter during the poison attacks?