Kitchen Duty, take two

[Kristin]

Who: F'ren and K'vin
What: Kitchen Duty
When: After lunch
Where: Kitchens

Just three months and I won’t have to do this anymore. F’ren thought happily while making his way to the kitchens. For the last nine months F’ren had been busier than ever. It seemed like there was always something to do, like lessons, chores, feeding Eneth, bathing Eneth, oiling Eneth. He couldn’t complain with the tasks involving Eneth, every minute spent with Eneth was a well spent one, and they often learned something useful in lessons, but chores were a pain. And he hadn’t even only been doing chores for nine months, he had had candidate duties for six years. That added up to about seven years of working in the kitchens, changing glows and cleaning bedpans. But in three months they would graduate and they would be free. Of course chores and lessons would be replaced with something else, but at least Eneth would always be with him.

Suddenly F’ren was jolted out of his thoughts as someone, literally, ran into him. F’ren nearly fell down, but managed to regain his balance but the other boy wasn’t so lucky, as he managed to fall down on his arse. F’ren had noticed the boy before, in lessons and such, but he had never talked to him. He had impressed a green if F’ren remembered correctly. That piqued the bronze weyrling’s interest. He always tried to be on good terms with the greenies. He didn’t know if Eneth’s chances in a flight would be greater if they were friendly with the greenpair involved, but F’ren frequently sought out greenriders just in case. Naturally he preferred it if the rider was a woman but he still wanted Eneth to win every flight he entered. That wide eyed look the boy was giving him made F’ren sure that it would be no problem winning this greenrider over. F’ren smiled his most charming smile and extended his hand to help the boy up. “Why, fallen for me already have you? And you don’t even know my name yet. It’s F’ren, by the way.”

--//--

He wasn’t late, but he would be if he didn’t run. Where would K’vin be if he couldn’t run so fast? It seemed like he was always nearly late to everything, although he’d always managed to get to lessons and chores just in time. He picked up the pace, he wanted to be early today for a change. But then he ran into someone. A someone, as K’vin observed from the floor, who was devastatingly handsome. As if the situation wasn’t embarrassing enough, the boy, F’ren, had to say that. K’vin blushed a deep crimson and reluctantly let F’ren pull him up. Avoiding eye contact, K’vin mumbled a hurried apology and promptly fled, running as fast as he could to the kitchens and away from F’ren.

He knew he had made a scene back there but he had ran into a man, fallen on his arse and then the man had made fun of him. It was all so embarrassing and K’vin prayed that they would never meet again. Unfortunately he knew that was wishful thinking as he had seen F’ren often before in weyrling lessons, but he hadn’t known his name. But the worst thing about this encounter had been the realization that K’vin was attracted to F’ren. His cheeks burned in shame when he thought about it but it was the unfortunate truth. It wasn’t the first time it had happened either. K’vin tried his best to look at the weyrling girls but his eyes always strayed to a near boy. He tried to justify it; out of the junior weyrlings only two were girls and one of them was Lialla who K’vin viewed much more as a friend than anything else.

He was finally distracted from his thoughts when he arrived in the kitchens. A cook that seemed to be very busy, hurriedly pointed at a huge pile of vegetables waiting to be peeled and chopped. K’vin had already peeled his first vegetable when he heard a too familiar voice behind him.

--//--

F’ren was only mildly annoyed when the boy, whose name he didn’t know yet, ran away from him. He would meet him again when he wouldn’t be able to escape from him. He seemed shy, which wasn’t a problem, F’ren thought it was fun teasing talking to shy people.

When he entered the kitchens F’ren couldn’t help grinning when he saw who was sharing kitchen duty with him, even though he had been assigned to the task he hated the most, scrubbing pots and pans. Even though F’ren had expected to see the boy again sooner than later, he hadn’t expected it to be this soon. “You never did tell me your name, Blushing Boy.” He told him cheekily while passing him by on his way to scrubbing duty. Thankfully he wouldn’t be so far away that he couldn’t hold a conversation.

[Kira]

((Yay! I've actually wanted to play with these two for a bit now! :D))


L'cin was, amazingly, on time for chores - and not because he rushed. Not that he ever liked being late - but Queth would so often keep him occupied until he had to run. And then there were the embarrassing situations like when he'd made Ranen - R'nen now - fall...

Well, that wasn't the case this time. Queth was finally getting a little less clingy so that he was fine with L'cin (physically) going off for a few candlemarks to do his duties. L'cin slightly wondered if it had anything to do with the fact that the brown was now getting too large to fit in most of the human tunnels and walkways. Another upside was that Queth more often allowed him to sequester them in his weyr in the evenings sometimes.

Smiling at the thought, he turned the corner into the kitchens. And then the smile was dimmed, because there were oh-so-many people in here. Thankfully most of them wouldn't try to talk to him, he guessed, but still...he always got more self-conscious than usual in crowds. It looked like F'ren was here already, too. He liked his fellow weyrling; he was always so pleasant. ...But he also liked making people blush, and the more prone you were the worse he was. And L'cin was very, very prone. It didn't help that L'cin was still rather confused on the whole sexuality thing and F'ren was not exactly hard on the eyes. This...this, could be a long day.

He shot F'ren a quick smile and a small wave as he went to get his orders from the cook. Apparently he'd be skinning and dressing some wherries. Ew, but fine. He'd had his hands in much worse feeding Queth.

Stepping over to the prep tables, he noticed another boy one table over, directly opposite him. He recognized him from their weyrling lessons as one of the new greenriders. He had seemed to be as prone to quiet as L'cin, though, and L'cin hadn't the courage to approach him before. He should probably introduce himself, but... But, well, when he looked his stomach did that stupid flippy-thing again and he just started to blush, quickly needing to avert his eyes back to his task.

Maybe he really was just being hidebound, and thick to boot. It really did seem that he might-maybe-possibly-mayhap-conceivably-perchance-could be attracted to men as well as women. Maybe. Another glance up at the other boy, and this time he managed to offer him a shy smile. He tried to stutter out a greeting, but ended up just biting his lip and blushing instead.

[Kristin]

K‘vin would die if F‘ren continued to call him ‘Blushing Boy‘. Therefore he quickly mumbled his name so that if F‘ren would talk to him, he would at least address K‘vin by his name, and started on the second vegetable. He wasn‘t sure if he could handle having kitchen duty with F‘ren all day. Boys in general sometimes made him nervous, but F‘ren... F‘ren made him very nervous.

Another boy came and started skinning wherries directly opposite him. That made K‘vin very, very happy. Hopefully he wouldn‘t have F‘ren‘s undivided attention anymore now that another senior weyrling was here. They were probably friends already and would have much to talk about and K‘vin could be in peace. But the new boy wasn‘t very talkative. K‘vin even thought it was possible that the boy was even more shy than himself. He couldn‘t even look at K‘vin at first, but then he managed a smile. K‘vin liked to think that he was less shy now than he had been in his first days here so he bravely cleared his throat and smiled a little in return. „Hi, my name is K‘vin. What‘s your name?“ All right, so his voice wasn‘t quite as loud and confident as he would have liked, he could barely be heard over the noise in the kitchen, but at least he had made the first move.

While K‘vin peeled and peeled, he studied the boy closely. He knew nothing about him except that he had a brown dragon and a loud sister. And he was pretty sure that he had a gold firelizard. He was also cute. K‘vin nearly cut himself when he realized what he had thought. Men were not ‘cute‘. Men were especially not ´cute´ if the one thinking that they were cute, was also a man. What had K‘vin done to deserve to be stuck with cute not ugly boys in kitchen duty. Why couldn‘t there be any girls here? Or boys that were safe, like K‘ron, who K‘vin had mercifully never been attracted to. That was the only reason K‘vin could actually hold a decent conversation with K‘ron.

Oh well, those two were bronze and brown riders so they probably only liked women, so K‘vin stood no chance with them anyways. K‘vin groaned inwardly at his thoughts. He shouldn‘t care what their sexuality was, because it didn‘t matter. K‘vin was not attracted to them. Someday he was going to find himself a nice girl and stay with her for the rest of his life. Then K‘vin wouldn‘t be tortured by thoughts like these.

--//--

L‘cin too? Oh this was just too much fun. Granted, they knew each other now so L‘cin wasn‘t as shy around him as he‘d been at first, but he still blushed. A lot. So now he had kitchen duty with two boys who were shy and blushed a lot. Could this be any more perfect? „So, K‘vin... You have a green beauty am I correct? What‘s your lovely lady‘s name? Isn‘t it fun to have a green? Don‘t you look forward to her first flight?“ If F‘ren had his way, Eneth would catch K‘vin‘s green when she rose. Greens would be a good practice for Eneth before he would participate in a goldflight.

He turned to L‘cin and smiled widely. „Speaking of flights, won‘t your Brillia be rising soon? Too bad I don‘t have a firelizard to chase her. You‘re so lucky that you get to experience flight, even though it is a miniature one, before the rest of us.“ Mating flights were the only thing that F‘ren envied about the people who were bonded to female dragons, and firelizards for that matter. They would often get to experiance flight lust and their dragons would never lose. Not that F‘ren planned on Eneth losing a flight, but he had to admit that it could happen.

[Kira]

D'oh, and his cursed shyness had made the other boy have to start the conversation. Queth would surely get on him later for that. "Ah, sorry, I'm L'cin. It's, um, nice to meet you, K'vin." He gave him a friendly smile, ducking his head a little as he did so, not really realizing how he looked peeking up through his lashes like that. ('Stupid' he would term it, since it was him; but if he were a girl it might be mistaken for that weird shy flirtatiousness many seemed to put on.) "How fares your...Asileth, right?" he asked rather quietly, hoping to not draw F'ren's attention just yet, but still loud enough to be heard over the kitchen bustle. He tilted his head as he double-checked that information in his head. Queth had indeed learned all the names of the new dragons already, so L'cin sort of...knew by default. Hmm...yeah, he was pretty sure Asileth was the one he'd seen with the other boy.

Aaaaaand then trust F'ren to make that all even more awkward than before. Flights. L'cin gulped and blushed at the thought of that. And then quickly tried to shove it out of his head- but alas. Asileth's a pretty green. Her Flight should be fun, mine. Why wouldn't you want to think about it? piped in his brown mindmate, and it was all he could do to keep from groaning aloud as he sent good-natured frustration back along their bond.

Oh. And now F'ren was turning it on him and... L'cin gulped and turned a nice shade a red. If he were less embarrassed, he'd have glared at the reminder, but instead he just focused more intently on his task. What the Fall did F'ren mean that it was too bad he didn't have a flit to chase? He was a bronzerider, so surely he couldn't mean it like...that. ...Oh, he was just envious of the Flight itself, not...not getting to chase L'cin's bonded. That...that made more sense. Right. Okay. So he could stop that line of thought right now please.

Caught up in his very intent skinning, it took him a moment to realize that F'ren had asked a question and he hadn't answered. Looking between the boys sheepishly, he let out an embarrassed laugh and replied. "Er, um...uh, yeah, she'll...be Rising soon," he mumbled out, not really wanting to think too much on that notion. Oh Faranth, what was he going to do?

[Kristin]

Oh Faranth. Did L‘cin realize how cute he looked when he did that? K‘vin shook his head and was thankfully saved from awkward blushing and/or staring when L‘cin asked him about Asileth. K‘vin‘s eyes lit up and he smiled goofily. There was nothing he loved more than talking about his green beauty. „Yes Asileth. And she‘s great, just great. She‘s grown so much and I feel like there‘s more to oil every day, of course she isn‘t as big as the blues and browns and bronzes but she‘s still enough more than enough for me. She nearly always claims she‘s hungry and always wants me to feed her more but I tell her that then she‘ll get fat and Asileth doesn‘t want to be fat because she wants to be the prettiest and fastest green in the Weyr and-„ K‘vin‘s enthusiastic ramblings were cut short when he realized that L‘cin had probably only asked a polite question that only required a one sentence answers. He bit his lip and blushed uncontrollably. He always managed to make a fool of himself somehow when conversing with boys. He either couldn‘t get any words out or got too many words out. The result always being the same: the other boy would look at him strangely and suddenly remember something he had forgotten somewhere.

He had to salvage this situation somehow. It was only polite to ask L‘cin about Queth and perhaps the other boy would forget about K‘vin embarrassing himself earlier. „So... Uhm... How‘s Queth?“ K‘vin groaned inwardly. That hadn‘t been quite the elegant save he had been aiming for. Apparently he was unable to talk properly today.

Just when K‘vin thought that this day couldn‘t possibly get worse, F‘ren turned to him and started talking about... flights... Fortunately K‘vin didn‘t seem to be the only one uncomfortable with the topic as he noticed that L‘cin blushed too. That made it easier for K‘vin somehow. But still, this was not a topic that would make K‘vin feel more at ease. Didn‘t he look forward to her first Flight? Um, NO! But what could he say? „Uhm, hehe. Asileth Rising. Fun. Crazy fun. Looking forward to it. Yeah.“ Looking back at all the times K‘vin had opened his mouth today, he had a hard time picking what had been the worst sentence that K‘vin had blurted out. In the end he had to decide that they were all equally horrible and K‘vin should consider faking a loss of ability to speak so he would never have to go through something like this again.

--//--

This. Was. Too. Much. Fun. F‘ren really didn‘t know which entertained him more: watching the awkward conversation between the boys that F‘ren found scarily similar or teasing them with topics that the bronze weyrling knew they were uncomfortable with. And did L‘cin just eye-flirt with the adorable boy that seemed unable to talk coherently?

And their answers to F‘ren‘s questions did certainly not disappoint. F‘ren had a hard time keeping from laughing out loud at the boys when they mumbled out their awkward answers. If F‘ren hadn‘t been holding a dish in his hand, he would have rubbed his hands together in glee. What made this situation even more deliciously fun was the fact that F‘ren was 99% sure that both of them were at least bisexual if not completely gay. It hadn‘t been hard to figure out really, F‘ren was pretty sure that L‘cin found him attractive (like most sane people) and the other boy certainly did, if his lack of speaking abilities and staring around F‘ren were anything to go by. Them both liking men, and both appearing uncomfortable with it, made some interesting opportunities for F‘ren.

„Say K‘vin, don‘t you have a brown firelizard? Isn‘t he mature enough to participate in a flight? Since I don‘t have a firelizard to chase Brillia, you must act in my stead and let your Brown chase, and win of course. We can‘t have some big brutes defiling our sweet little L‘cin here, can we?“ He winked outrageously at the green weyrling and laughed to himself. Oh how he looked forward to see how L‘cin would cope with Brillia rising. He sincerely hoped that the boy wouldn‘t get the ridiculous notion in his head to lock himself away in his weyr. That would severely damage the entertainment opportunities of L‘cin in miniature flight lust.