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Post by thedreamerlady on May 9, 2007 23:46:57 GMT -5
Oh, shards!
It was a silent curse, but one there anyway. The idea of being forced to spend time with this Bronzerider who was so- so- not acting the way he should, was not a good thought. Nor a good thing.
The problem was, N'zule couldn't refuse his Wingsecond's request- well, he could, but he didn't want to cause problems. Besides, what harm could come from escorting his wingsecond back? The man would probably sober up quickly enough after they started walking- he was fairly sure that R'lec hadn't had that much.
He hoped.
There was also the faint hope that Wingsecond R'lec didn't honestly think that he, little Greenrider N'zule, was attractive. The night continued to feel odd, and when R'lec's arm snaked around his waist, N'zule didn't even whimper.
"Let's go then, sir!" N'zule set off at a brisk pace, trying to get this ordeal over with as quickly as possible.
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