|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 6:38 pm
"Mine the blankets are straight enough. You do not need to fuss with it anymore."
W'ten didn't even look up at his dragon's comment as he folded another blanket and re-straightened the pile. His room mate – not weyrmate, room mate – had decided to 'rearrange' the weyr last night in what could only be described as an explosion. Not even a herd of draybeasts could have made such a mess in their weyr and the brownrider had been more that irritated to find their living quarters in such a state. Of course his irritation wouldn't have been visible to anyone, since his face was completely blank. It was only the way he was fiercely – but subtly – fixing the weyr that Kaieth could tell his rider was in a rather sour mood. That, and a telepathic bond, but who cared about those these days?
"I thought you said that you would not clean up after him 'like a drudge' as you put it."
"I do not enjoy having my side of the weyr in such a state. Therefore, I am merely organizing my side and creating a path so that I may walk freely without stepping on his refuse." He was finally finished with the blankets and was tossing belongings that were not his into K'em's hammock.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 6:59 pm
"Hey, hey, hey! Easy there, hot stuff!" K'em crowed, strolling into the weyr like he was the greatest thing since the dragons. "My hammock is where I sleep (sometimes), not a shelf! You're gonna break it with all that junk." The brownrider shut the door and hopped what he imagined were a pair of pants and boots (please Faranth, don't let it be some sort of critter wadded up in there instead) before coming to the aid of his failing hammock.
The brunette looked over his items quickly, and they were, in fact, all his and frowned. It was a very visible frown, scrunching his eyebrows and crinkling his nose as he ruffled his hair and looked...well, K'em looked confused. Confused was not a state of being he was used to, or preferred. Usually, K'em was the stud, the show off, the flirt, all of which were confident and out-going and loud.
But alas, no matter where the brownrider looked or how hard he thought, his internal quandary could not be solved.
"...W'ten? Where are those papers I left in here? There were a sharding ton of them and I swear to Faranth I left them on my desk. Or maybe it was your desk..."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 7:07 pm
W'ten raised an eyebrow as he tossed K'em's riding straps onto his hammock as well. "I do believe the structure can support your weight plus the weight of at least another individual, so unless your belongings are heavier than that it will hold acceptably." He did not feel the need to mention that throwing things on his roommate's hammock was the only way to get K'em to put it away. What was left on the floor stayed on the floor, sadly.
The brownrider had to exercise a considerable amount of restraint as he passed by another pile of K'em's things, itching to move them to the appropriate side of the weyr. Now that his friend was here he could clean it up. In theory, at least. As W'ten settled down on his own neatly made cot, he looked up to find K'em searching for something in amongst his mess. His papers? W'ten's lips twitched, but he managed to hold his expression somewhere between contemplative and uninterested.
"If you left them on my desk there is a chance I disposed of them, since they were not mine and I have warned you in the recent past not to leave your work on my desk. However, I do believe they are underneath the hamper that was intended for dirty clothing." It was a mere speculation at best.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 7:17 pm
W'ten had a point, there. It was more than occasionally that he'd slipped onto his hammock with a pretty little kitchen worker, or a healer (but not his favorite healer!) or even a fellow dragonrider (and it'd been more than once he'd fallen onto W'ten's hammock but shhhh! Don't let him know!) and the hammock had never shown any signs of giving out. K'em spared the time-tested piece of furniture a fond look; it deserved much more credit than he gave it.
"...if you threw them out, I might have to kill you," the wingsecond said. Well, given S'kagi didn't hunt him down before he managed to end W'ten. For now, he contented himself with a sharp glare, giving his friend one of the most dangerous looks in his arsenal (bested only by the pathetic, kicked-dragonet eyes) as he stomped over to the hamper. That was disgusting. Why. Why?
K'em fetched the paperwork with a scowl, loathing the actual papers just as much as his roommate. "Do you even know what this is? I'm supposed to help S'kagi organize a new wing and these are all the applications and imagine if he found out I lost them? As long as he was still wingsecond, he'd make sure W'ten felt every bit of pain he did. That's what friends did, right? Share?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 7:24 pm
"That would be an ill-advised course of action in response to the loss of paper," W'ten responded dryly, folding his arms over his chest when K'em glared at him. The brownrider did not need to look at his friend's facial expression to gage his mood. Despite feigned logical deduction, he knew everything about those papers and their importance to the Wingsecond. And that was precisely why he had moved them from their place on K'em's desk to their current resting place under the hamper. Knowing K'em, however, he wouldn't remember how they had got there, but wouldn't give it much thought.
In order to avoid an outright lie he did not answer K'em's rather rhetorical question, allowing him to rant onward with a well-practiced patience. "I can assure you that I don't need to imagine what S'kagi would think or do if he found out you had not only not organized the documents but you had lost them in the process. From past incidents, I would infer a 77 percent chance that you would be on night watch for a sevenday, however with the Weyr in the state it is, there is always a six percent chance you would be on latrine duty."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 8:13 pm
Ill-advised his a**. K'em shot W'ten another glare, thumbing through the mass of applications. When the number matched the one he had stuck in his head, he let out a shuddering sigh of relief and nodded. They were all here. His hide was saved. And so was W'ten's, though the wingsecond knew very well there was very little he could actually do to his roommate. W'ten was just one of those 'winner' people.
Not to say K'em was a loser. Because he wasn't.
Stopping himself from digger a deeper grave, the brunette quickly changed thought patterns, listening to whatever explanation W'ten was offering rather-halfheartedly until he realized that his fellow wing rider was offering actual percents on the probability of S'kagi doling out any given punishment. K'em stared again, and had to fight from dropping the papers as he gawked.
"You have way too much free time on your hands." A wicked smile. "Fortunately, I have just the remedy! Help me sort through these!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 8:19 pm
Apparently all of K'em's papers were there. What a relief. Can't you see the relief on W'ten's face? Of course he wouldn't be stupid enough to misplace a paper. It had taken a great deal of effort and caused him a great deal of mental stress just by putting the papers there. He had actually had to study the way K'em threw his belongings on the floor in order to arrange the papers in such a way that it wouldn't look like he had had any hand in it. It was not something he wished to repeat again.
When his fellow brownrider turned to stare at him, W'ten raised both of his eyebrows as if to say 'what?' Of course, his response was highly predictable, and he responded in the same way he always did. "If you used your free time striving to achieve my level of excellence then you too could have 'too much free time'." Of course K'em would never do that. Some things never changed.
At K'em's demand – did he not even have the decency to make it a request? – W'ten shook his head. "I do not see why I should aid you, and until I am convinced by a logical and sound argument I will not."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 6:16 pm
"Because we're friends, W'ten, and that's what friends do for each other." The snide remark concerning the way friends didn't sabotage friends lay buried in his mind; if he wanted help, he should be on his best behavior. W'ten would not be shamed into anything that wasn't actually his fault, it was up to K'em to find an ounce of logic and latch on to that. It was his only chance at getting any sort of aid, in the situation.
Unfortunately, the friend ploy was all he had, and he was grasping at straws with that one.
"Please W'ten? As my friend?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 6:44 pm
...
W'ten disliked having such arguments used against him, because he was well aware of the stigma associated with saying no. If he were to say yes, he would theoretically be affirming that he was indeed K'em's friend and thus would do illogical things for him simply because they shared a category. If he were to say no, he would be essentially telling K'em that he didn't think their friendship was worth very much at all. Most people might have found the situation to be quite a sticky one. W'ten did not.
"That argument is most illogical, K'em, and lacks a sufficient amount of truth. If you wish to try and guilt me into helping you, then you must at least come up with something original. Not to mention I am quite sure that if you asked Cordel to help you with this paper work he would not, despite being among your friends. Since he is more inclined to help you in order to fulfill his emotional needs and yet still will not, I will also refuse aid. Try again."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 9:16 am
That answer sucked.
K'em's face clearly expressed his displeasure with his roommate's retort. Frowning, he quietly shuffled all the papers until they were, once again, stacked in a neat little pile. He finally looked up, green eyes cold as he watched W'ten's face breifly. "I forget that emotions fail to effect you, W'ten." And while that was entirely untrue, he just often hoped that his fellow brownrider would grow a heart. Or at least forget to use his brain. Just once.
Mine, the odds of such are ridiculously slim, you-
Shut up, Faroth. You sound like him.
"Cordel is busy doing his job, of course he would decline. You, on the other hand, have nothing better to do than rearrange my personal belongings simply to prove a point. And now that said point has been proven, I don't see why it would be such a burden for you to help me put these back together so I can finish organizing the weyr."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 9:52 am
Ah, it looked like K'em was pouting again. Or, frowning, sorry, my mistake. W'ten simply slid his feet out of his boots and tucked them up onto his cot. He had a feeling they were going to be here for a while, and so he might as well get comfortable. As K'em began shuffling his papers, the brownrider reached for his leather oil and proceeded to fix a small rough patch on his boots. He all but ignored the comment about him not having emotions, a quirked eyebrow the only sign that he heard what K'em had said. Clearly he had pissed his roommate off. How unfortunate.
The real quips began once K'em had finished neatening his papers, and W'ten deigned to give him his full attention once more. He was quiet for a moment, digesting the argument. It was logically sound, despite his wish to reply that he did have many better things to do than clean up after K'em, and so he could not help but be minorly impressed. Just minorly though. "A sound argument. However I do believe aiding you would defeat the purpose of the point I was making, though if you can prove otherwise I will assist you in tidying your half of the weyr."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 11:48 am
K'em had to try really, really hard not to preen when W'ten paid him a compliment. It wouldn't help his image at all and it certainly wouldn't prove his point. So K'em bit his tongue until the ego burst passed and let out a sigh of relief, sizing his roommate up as he tried to assemble an appropriate response. They were playing a game now and K'em felt as though he was being scrutinized. One poor move and the battle would be lost.
"I admit that, in the past, sometimes points are lost upon me. However, it's recently occurred to me that I lack a lot of the respect someone in my position should have, and some of this is due to the way I present myself. Organizing myself, while private, is a good place to start in this venture." K'em looked down at his papers and then the disaster he called his desk. Wincing, he put them to one side and started to try to organize the large heaps of books and old papers littering his desk.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 12:27 pm
The game was on, and it seemed that K'em was well aware of this fact. W'ten would never admit it in a million turns, but he liked verbally sparring with his roommate. Once the brownrider started thinking with his head instead of… well, other things, he was actually quite intelligent. It was a pity he didn't use such intelligence on a regular basis. W'ten was sure that if K'em actually sat and thought about some of his actions he wouldn't spend so much time in Cordel's care. He could not imagine why anyone would want to spend more time than necessary with that man.
W'ten listened attentively to K'em's logic, giving a small nod at the end of it. "Your observations are most astute. While I agree that organizing yourself is a good place to begin, I would argue that it is an entirely personal journey. Allowing others to organize you instead of organizing yourself could allow for perpetuation of that behaviour in the future, and may ruin the outcome substantially. If you were to, however, organize this mess on your own, would it not prove that you were capable of such things?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 3:14 pm
Being intelligent was a lot of work. While K'em would like to claim it was something that came naturally, and it actually was, but it was like a muscle. When he didn't exercise, it got harder and harder to act like he even had a brain to begin with. And appearing like he knew something about anything in W'ten's eyes? That was exceptionally hard.
It did please the Wingsecond immensely, however, to notice the way W'ten was listening to him. He was really, truly paying attention instead of just lending an ear and nodding whenever K'em raised his voice. And if felt nice, for the record, to be seen as a rival again. The brunette sort of missed those days. And a moment later, he didn't. W'ten had him backed into a very logical wall. The brownrider frowned, collecting up scrolls as he looked through the docments and tries to decide how to organize his very wide (and random) and collection.
"The problem with such, W'ten, is that my organization skills are clearly lacking and could benefit from a healthy dose of instruction from someone so organized as yourself."
Perhaps a play to W'ten's ego would be more effective than one towards his emotions?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 4:16 pm
Indeed, appearing to know anything in front of W'ten was always a challenge for everyone. K'em was doing quite well today, which had improved the other brownrider's opinion of him marginally. Unfortunately for K'em, he seemed to be more competent at dragging that opinion down with him than bringing it up. It was one of those sad facts of life.
Backing people into logical walls was one of W'ten's many talents, and one that he was immensely proud of. If you could out-logic someone then they couldn't take you down and you could get what you wanted. Most people tended to end arguments once they realized that he had them in a logical arm bar, but not K'em. K'em was one of those few people who continued to fight until W'ten was forced to choke him out or concede defeat. Today, he was slightly closer to the latter.
There was silence for a moment as he weighed the merit of his options. Finally, he raised both eyebrows and said, "You will do your desk, the floor and your hammock. I will organize your chest and part of your desk. Once I am finished my part, I am finished, however if I catch you slacking or doing a piteous job then I will relinquish my aid. Are we clear?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
