"Oof!" was Tal's eloquent response to the stranger's retort as the combination of jerk and dragon squished more air out of him. Boreal was, as usual, thoroughly unsympathetic to his plight as she investigated his tormentor's ear and gave it a dry, rough-tongued lick before resting her head in her broad paws spread over Bart's shoulder blades and looking insufferably pleased with herself through half-slitted eyes.
The courier wasn't dumb enough to poke the man again - he was still using that finger and if they were in Ascended territory; he didn't want to get bit - but he scowled fiercely as a head landed on his chest like they were friends or some shit. "Most of the Outlanders I know are full-of-themselves busybodies," Tal grumbled, thinking of one annoying Advisor in particular. He didn't bother to refute the style comment, though. Halovians weren't exactly known for the fashion sense, and Tal had no illusions about his own simply functional, rugged wardrobe. The absolute vitriol in the word 'Stormbreak' caught him by surprise, however, and actually shut him up for a few seconds. Long enough to listen to the rest of what his impromptu human blanket had to say, at least.
A little flush heated Tal's cheeks as he finally realized just how intimate they were risking getting thank the Eirachi for heavy clothing! but did nothing to turn down the heat of his glare as he tried another useless wriggle. "So you're out here hurtin' people passin' by for not bein' Ascended? Isn't that just doin' the same thing you're bitching about?"
The courier wasn't dumb enough to poke the man again - he was still using that finger and if they were in Ascended territory; he didn't want to get bit - but he scowled fiercely as a head landed on his chest like they were friends or some shit. "Most of the Outlanders I know are full-of-themselves busybodies," Tal grumbled, thinking of one annoying Advisor in particular. He didn't bother to refute the style comment, though. Halovians weren't exactly known for the fashion sense, and Tal had no illusions about his own simply functional, rugged wardrobe. The absolute vitriol in the word 'Stormbreak' caught him by surprise, however, and actually shut him up for a few seconds. Long enough to listen to the rest of what his impromptu human blanket had to say, at least.
A little flush heated Tal's cheeks as he finally realized just how intimate they were risking getting thank the Eirachi for heavy clothing! but did nothing to turn down the heat of his glare as he tried another useless wriggle. "So you're out here hurtin' people passin' by for not bein' Ascended? Isn't that just doin' the same thing you're bitching about?"
