Wake-Up Call {Damien}

[Zirin]

It was hard to believe that almost three months had passed since Chahaturth's clutch had hatched, and yet the constantly growing dragonets were a clear sign of the passage of time. J'dol found himself awake significantly earlier than he wanted to be, and for a while contented himself in simply relaxing and letting his thoughts wander, but soon enough his classic perverted mind took over and J'dol found himself trying to ignore and idea that was all too tempting to test out.

Finally, after trying and failing to supress the idea, J'dol finally crawled out of bed and went about his normal morning rituals; bathing, grabbing something light to eat and even attempting some of the paperwork he needed to do, all in the hopes that the idea would leave him. Leaning back, he glanced out to the ledge where Kayath was still sound asleep, completely ignorant of the torturous thoughts going through his mind. Finally, J'dol decided enough was enough. He would go for a walk, do a little bit of observation to see if his idea could work at all, and then figure out what to do from there. Pulling on a pair of pants, J'dol grinned almost sadistically as he tossed his shirt on the bed; the late autumn air was chilly, but if his planned work it would make the result that much greater.

Humming to himself, he stole out of his weyr and made his way down to the weyrbowl by foot, his grin growing ever wider as he approached K'r's tent. It was still a short while until the sun rose, no doubt K'r would be getting up within the hour anyways, but it was too dark to tell if the big bronze beast was awake. The lack of glowing eyes gave J'dol confidence, for he needed the weyrling to be asleep for this to work.

He slipped into the tent as quietly as he could, trying to figure out where banner was in the hopes that the flit would not attack him. He even held up a rather large morsel of dried meat for the flit; hopefully that would buy his silence if necessary. Grinning to himself, he kicked off his shoes quietly, lifted the corner of the blankets, and quietly as could be he slipped into bed. An arm snaked out to wrap around the weyrling as he carefully shuffled as close as he could, pressing himself flush against K'r to steal some warmth and lowered his head to nibble at K'r's neck. Part of him wondered how loud the man might scream, and part of him hoped he wouldn't (it could land J'dol in trouble, not that he really cared).

"Morning farmboy~" He whispered in an almost sing-song tune.

[damien]

Stripe could fit in the tent still, to a degree at least. He was getting impressively large, though he was still stuck in the awkward stage of long limbs, longer wings and a body that didn’t quite fit. Since he was prone to kicking K’r on accident in his sleep he was curled up outside of the tent, sleeping with his head as close to the entrance as he could. It was only because the scent was familiar, and there was no sensation of fear that J’dol didn’t wake him up at all.

Banner slept with one eye open. The arrival of J’dol made him hiss quietly, back arching before he drew himself towards the meat. Oh well, his person could handle the man well enough. He took his prize with a nip at J’dol’ fingers, reminding him who was boss, and curled up in a corner to tear into it gurgling his joy quietly.

Kyprioth had been having quite the dream, though it hadn’t yet stepped over the bounds of going from making him uncomfortable-to making his dragon uncomfortable. He moved against the warm body, fingers arching to draw lightly over the dream-real neck of J’dol, murmuring nonsense-till those lips touched him and those words rent the air.

He didn’t scream, to his credit. His eyes slid open and he stared, dumbstruck at the man curled up half on him and half beside him. He said nothing at first, gaped like a fish before instincts took over, he curled up on himself to cover up the evidence that J’dol had interrupted a very good dream indeed(or perhaps started it?), and drew his pillow to smack it into J’dols face at the same time.

“Oi!” He yelped, sitting awkwardly up, blanket pooled in his lap, flushed and a hand to his head as he glowered, trying to cover his smile, at J’dol.

“Do yer normally invade folks rooms?”

[Zirin]

J'dol had to hold back a groan of delight as he felt K'r press back into him, curious as to what Kyp was mumbling about, but he couldn't stop a slight noise escaping as the man managed to get one over on him - in his sleep! A shiver, not from the cold, ran down his spine as K'r's fingers brushed along his neck and J'dol couldn't help but press closer. All too soon though K'r pulled away and J'dol didn't fight him, instead he simply gave one of the largest grins he had ever had. He couldn't even bring himself to pay attention to the stinging finger Banner had caused.

"Oi!" He shot back as the pillow hit him full force. He was quick to grab it and shove it behind his head, making himself quite at home on the bed. "I don't make a habit of it no, this may very well be a first for me. Besides, it's your fault I'm here, cutie. You went and wiggled into my mind and wouldn't leave." He winked, playing it up as he looked Kyp over. He made sure to speak quietly, after all the longer Stripe stayed asleep the longer J'dol could mess around without fear or causing the bronze harm. Without realizing what he was doing, his own hand moved to trace along the path Kyp's fingers had made along his neck.

"Had I known you were so cuddly in your sleep I might have tried sneaking in sooner," He winked and relaxed into the pillows more, his eyes slipping shut for a moment as he patted the bed next to him. "It's chilly without you next to me, you should lie back down." He was lying, mostly. Having been from Fort, the slight nip in the autumn air here didn't bother him much, but he wasn't going to tell the weyrling that. He reached up to run a hand down K'r's spine, still amazed that the man hadn't tried to kick him out yet. Of course there were no complaints there. As fun as running from the tent laughing would have been, he didn't mind the prospect of spending time with Kyp again; he had been so busy lately. He did spare a moment to stop joking around.

"Your head still bothering you?"

[damien]

((sorry its so short))

Unable to articulate anything past uncomfortable twitches, K’r sat there, curled up in on himself and glowered at J’dol for a few moments. He was more used to his body reacting like this now, surprisingly. If he ignored it, which he tended to do, Stripe didn’t seem to have a problem, and the dragon even lovingly teased him from time to time. Especially since the problems tended to happen because of a few select people-one of which whom was in his room.

Shifting to cover himself better he smacked, gently, at J’dol’s hand so the other would stop embarrassing him, but it was obvious some how he was oddly pleased that the man had chosen to crawl into his tent and wake –him- up like that.

He opened his mouth to protest that no, he was not cuddly-when that hand dragged over him. Squeaking, making a god awful noise that was more akin to that of a mouse than a human, he shifted hastily over to lay flat on his back blanket balled up in his lap to cover himself up. It was obvious though from the bright look on his face what was up.

He was glad for the change of topic at least.

“Yea, right, it 'urts but they said it will for a bit. Turns out I'm blind in the bloomin' eye now. Oh well...I can still spot yer so why's it matter, then? Not! That I want to, see a bit of yer, right, stark bloody naked I mean-why aintcha wearin' a shirt any road are yer tryin' ter get sick?! Blimey!” Once more his babbling took over and he flailed ineffectively at the air to get his point across before he quieted down.

Flustered he tried a faint smile. “Yer lucky Stripey-face isn’t awake.”

[Zirin]

J'dol was more than content to keep on grinning as Kyp made weak attempts to stave off his hand, pleased that that seemed to be the extent of his freakout. J'dol wasn't sure whether to be pleased that Kyp was becoming comfortable with him, or disappointed that he'd have to work harder to get under the weyrling's skin. A little of a, a little of b, he supposed. As his touched caused an inhuman sound, J'dol had to yank back his hand in order to cover his mouth, trying to muffle his laughter as he rolled to his side.

"I don't think I've ever heard such a sound before." He grinned as he managed to get his laughter back under control. He didn't hide his gaze as his eyes swept over the bunched up blankets, he gave Kyp a look though, feigning innocent as to what was going on. All the while he was trying not to grin too much.

"I suppose I could put a shirt on if you really want me too. I just knew I'd get way too hot if I cuddled up to you fully clothed." he paused, "Stark bloody naked? I can be if you'd prefer." He grinned and hooked his thumbs into his pants, pulling on them just enough to be what J'dol thought could be a tease. He was joking (mostly, the man loved being naked), trying to get the flustered flailing response that Kyp was so well known for.

"Nah, where I come from this is almost summer weather." He shrugged, reaching his hands out to walk along Kyp's arm, well aware that touches of any kind messed with the guy. He was trying to distract him, in truth.

"Lucky am I? Only lucky if my presence is causing certain side effects, and if that was the case then I would have to try to steal a kiss from you." He was truly glad there was very little chance of Stipe getting hurt while he was sleeping; J'dol didn't want to cause him or Kyp to be hurt even if he wasn't always successful.He shuffled the slightest bit closer, once again attempting to be a distraction while his hand shot out, grabbed the blanket and tried to yank it from Kyp's lap, giving a low whistle that made it all too clear that J'dol knew exactly why the blankets had been bunched up there.

[damien]

Kyprioth inwardly cursed his accent for having not weakened a bit over the months he had been here. He did take a rather healthy glance at J’dols stomach though, and lower before hastily averting his eyes reminding himself that while he didn’t mind(sort of) that he liked men, he still couldn’t do anything because Stripe was young and he was still terrified of the idea of sex in itself. Oh, he was getting more comfortable with his enjoyment of men, but it didn’t mean he still wasn’t scared.

A noise outside had distracted him from the dangerous beast known as J’dol. Not that he would have paid a lick of attention to the man when he was supposed to anyway. Fingers curled into the blanket and before he could do anything but mutter quite the creative swear, it was gone leaving him exposed, even though he was wearing clothes) and bright, bright red.

The low petrified, embarrassed moan that escaped him was muffled as he hastily shifted to lay flat on his stomach, not a comfortable position, and flail ineffectively about till he managed to blindly grasp J’dol by the ear giving it a good yank. That done, and as pay back since he couldn’t even articulate, he drew his fingers down the mans neck in a little dance, drawing his thumb along his jaw before he lowered his hand to the bed. He turned his head just enough to glower at him, reminding him why he was paying him back.

“Not fair, I just got used ter the idea that yer bein' a man ain't all that bad yer know, right, and now yer come into me room and make fun of me and torture me and all that. Where's me protective dragon wen I need 'im?! Oi!”

As if on cue an amused, quiet voice threaded its way into both of their minds, heavily colored with sleep.

Trying to sleep with the noise you two are making. At least when you are awake you are thinking at him, not me. Not that I do not love him, but it’s creative and rather embarrassing for me as well, I don’t have hands after all. Do try and keep him quiet, his noises could wake the deaf

Knowing that most of that was directed at J’dol, K’r made a little noise, covering himself in his blankets and refused to move.

[Zirin]

J'dol almost felt bad for teasing the weyrling so much - almost. It wasn't his fault K'r managed to be so entertaining! He had to bite his lip from chuckling at the moan and flailing, watching as Kyp rearranged himself. Really, why was the man acting all embarassed? J'dol had woken him up, it could be the result of a dream, or natural body function, and it would be easy to blame it on such.

"Hey!" He yelped at the tug on his ear, having not expected the other man to retaliate, though the yelp quickly turned into an almost whimper-like sound as Kyp took his revenge, the topazrider's body immediately responding to the sensation. Unlike Kyp, however, J'dol felt no shame or embarassment of the problem in his lap.

"I wasn't making fun of you, you crazy farmboy." He huffed, "Okay... maybe I was making fun of you for that inhuman screech but that hardly counts." He paused, his brow furrowed as he spoke. "Torture? Am I really that bad? I mean, of the two of us you're the one actively attacking weak spots and, might I add that turning me on is not helping your case at all. That's what I call unfair!" He cocked his head, ignoring Kyp then as he felt the bronzeling in his mind, immediately feeling guilty for waking him. He sat up, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly as he listened.

"Sorry Stripes, I'll behave!" He called out, glad the dragonet seemed alright, all in all. He glanced back down as K'r made weird noises again, and lay back down, draping his arm over the still body again, though this time it was in an attempt to tickle the man through the blankets.

"I had a reason for coming here you know. Aside from 'torturing' you and wanting to kiss you, I mean." He paused and attempted to wring his hand through Kyp's hair, as he always did when trying to calm the guy. "Caring ol' me wanted to know if you'd like to nab breakfast with me after the sun rose. I missed you! And yet here you are wishing I hadn't come by. Oh how cruel the world is..."

[damien]

It was a bad thing that he was extremely ticklish. Yet another little inhuman noise escaped him, something that he would probably never live down, as he flailed trying to calm himself down so an errant arm didn’t strike J’dol on the face or something. Not that he didn’t deserve it.

Gasping for air the ex-farm boy flipped over, glared at J’dol at grasped his ear between his thumb and forefinger. Brandishing the flesh like it could cause serious bodily harm he gently shook J’dol’s head. “Hey!” Breakfast sounded lovely, especialy considering he had not gotten very close to any of the weyrlings but his brother, and even then. K’r was used to having people around, going from a clan of sibs to nothing? It was heartbreaking.

“Yer better take me ter breakfast-after I uh....er...'” He coughed peering down his body with a look that was a mixture of disbelief and surprisingly-grudging amusement. He had to give it to J’dol, he wasn’t here more than ten minutes and he had his body responding like this, and no it wasn’t entirely because of a dream, and in return he was washing his hands of his own reaction-and the image he got of J’dol in the dining hall with such a reaction, calmly eating made him giggle a bit.

Stifling it he sat up searching around for something to wear, unlike J’dol he did not appreciate the cold very much.

“Yer missed me, eh? I fought yer were busy breakin' 'earts. I'll admit fough, I did miss yer, right, even if yor a walkin' tease.” He was bright red but he managed to admit as he wiggled into a shirt, with lots of creative cursing when he realized he couldn’t keep his body bent in a way to cover himself up and get the fabric on at the same time.

Stripe, amused, sent a mental image to J’dol, and the topaz rider only, of the queen-rider pushing his bonded over onto the bed and tickling him again since his arms were effectively trapped in the shirt.

[Zirin]

Oh Kyp was just too much fun! How was he supposed to not touch the man when touching caused all sorts of delightful, if strange, sounds and responses. It was like a surprise every time! J'dol was trying not to laugh and it showed in his expression, at least until Kyp flipped over and started threatening to yank his ear again.

"Vicious little thing aren't you?" He joked, still grinning from ear to ear with delight, though he had stopped moving in the hopes that he wouldn't cause Kyp to yank on his ear. Kyp did 'punish' him, though it was with a chuckle inducing little shake rather than a painful tug. Once released, he sat up, pulling on a bit of a smirk as Kyp spoke again. He made a rather obvious show of following the weyrling's gaze.

"Too bad I can't help, a good workout before breakfast always makes me hungry." There was a bit of a pout to his voice. He really did wish he could help, but such a thing would be way over the line for Stripe's age. Ah well, one day perhaps. He knew it was wishful thinking, but hey, a guy could (and would) dream! He quirked an eyebrow at the giggle, but didn't have a chance to question it, as he was quickly distracted with the man's accusations.

"Are you sure you didn't miss me because I'm a walking tease?" He grinned with a wink. Shards the man was adorable when he blushed! "And I'll have you know I've barely had time to flirt at all! Making sure the Weyr has all its supplies is hard work you know." He was going to go on and joke about how he deserved a reward for all his hard work, when Kyp finally found a shirt and was trying to tug it on. While normally he wouldn't have given too much care to such an act aside from pouting and making a comment about shirtless being better, but Stripe apparently had more devious ideas.

"Oh you're evil Stripe!" He called out in a sing-song voice; Kyp's only warning before J'dol launched his attack as well as his way of dragging the dragon down with him. As he called out to the bronze, he quickly and somewhat gently did just as Stripe had shown him, pushing K'r down to the bed while his arms were trapped. Of course, being the pervert he was he had to take advantage of the situation as well, and so he quickly threw his leg over Kyp and settled himself right on the weyrlings lap, straddling him as he would straddle a lover and pressing against K'r's little problem with a little purr of delight. It was, of course, intended to keep the man from escaping, but that didn't mean J'dol had to play nice about it. His hands trailed down K'r's sides gently for a moment, but he made it brief since he didn't want Kyp freaking out too much, and dug his fingers in the tiniest bit and began the tickle torture. Surprisingly enough, he did try to keep himself leaned back, not wanting Kyp to feel completely trapped.

"Beg for mercy!"

[damien]

Stripe could not laugh out loud but the noise that escaped the dragon was close enough to laughter to be suspicious. He didn’t mind at all that he was being dragged under the bus with the rider and in fact gave no warning to his own before J’dol pounced.

Kyprioth managed a half hearted yelp before he found himself on the ground, eyes wide as he twisted and tried to helplessly move out of the confines of the shirt-and J’dol. He managed something that was perhaps a swear and perhaps a moan, something he’d never admit to, before he went completely limp in the others hold.

Torn between terrifying embarrassment, enjoyment and worry for his dragon he managed to cover up his noises of pleasure as he shifted his shirt down to glower at J’dol over the top of the fabric. He managed quite the impressive look of ‘how dare you’ before the tickling got the better of him and he curled up into a helpless ball of giggles trying to helplessly fend off the other man. All he managed to do was wiggle his trapped arms and make rather awkward noises.

“Okay okay!” He finally managed to gasp out after awhile, whimpering as he laid back against the ground. He didn’t think fighting would help much, pressing up against J’dol was a bad idea, and h could only shift around a bit to wiggle a leg free to wrap it around the others waist. Perhaps to prove he was not completely helpless, and he’d fight back he tightened his grip around J’dols waist for a moment, contemplating tipping the man over and straddling –him- before he stopped.

“Let me breathe!” He managed a soft little giggle, gasping for air as he tried to wiggle free after another moment. “Ya win, ya win!” He hoped J’dol would fall for it. He went limp under him, his leg fell away from his waist and he looked completely and utterly beaten. Shame he couldn’t hide the smile quirking his lips.

[Zirin]

Kyp's unhappy expression only made J'dol'sgrin larger as he began his attack, quickly taking an amused pleasure at the way K'r squirmed and giggled. He doubled his efforts, delighting in the sounds despite feeling the man would find a way to get his revenge later on.

J'dol knew, even as Kyp pulled one leg out from under him, that he should be putting more effort into keeping the weyrling pinned, but despite his enjoyment he really did want to avoid pushing too far, and if escaping slightly helped Kyp, then so be it. He glanced at the leg, feeling the pressure on his back as it wrapped around him and he tensed, continuing his attack even as he prepared for a counter strike.

It didn't come though; the leg dropped away and Kyp was declaring him the winner and J'dol was distracted enough that he forgot about the threat of being flipped completely. Yanking his hands up and away from Kyp, he tried to quell his own fit of chuckles as he looked down at his friend.

"Of course I win, I'm the best don't you know!" He gave a final chuckle, noticing the smile but thinking it was merely a result of the gigglefest the man had been sent through. Leaning forward slightly, he caught the hem of K'r's shirt and gave a light tug, trying to help him get completely untangled now that he didn't need him trapped. Of course, that didn't mean he was getting off Kyp.

"Let's face it, I give the best wake up calls." He puffed up, posing dramatically before one hand pressed against his side. "Man that tickling is hard work! I haven't laughed like that in a while." He knew he should let the man catch his breath and then offer breakfast once more. Then of course, because he figured he could get one more embarassed yelp from the man, J'dol grinned down at the exhausted looking man. He licked his lips and winked. "Mmm pinned beneath me, hair in disarray, sides heaving as you gasp for air. Why, I say this look suits you."

[damien]

“Suits me eh? I’ll tell yer wot would suit me.” With something that he would later deny being an evil cackle he shifted himself, arms now free and turned. He had brothers after all, and a sister who would deny ever having played with him-not that he had wanted his brothers like he did J’dol. Still, he had practice and with a fluid move he brought his hips up and to the left at the same time as he grasped for something J’dol probably never thought Kyprioth would grasp for. At least, not without the medicated douse of drink in him.

For a moment his fingers hovered before wrapping around him, he gave his best triumphant look before he slipped free. Acting as though he hadn’t just molested the man, stuck his hands practically down his pants and groped him, he wiggled out of his tent with a breathless giggle throwing himself against Stripe to cover up his blushing face.

The dragon was not helping. He wordlessly informed his rider that he had not traumatized him and sent him quite a few lewd suggestions that had him blubbering like he had back in the ‘ol’ days when he first met J’dol.

Unable to contain his rather surprised, shock squeaking to mental speech he wiggled out of his dragons grasp to point an accusatory finger at the topaz rider.

“Yer tainted him!” He yelped, as though this entire thing was his fault-and Stripe did not live in HIS mind.

Chuckling the bronze turned his head enough to look at J’dol and gave him what was obvious a wink before he settled back down.

“Oi, just…oi. Where’s me breakfast?” He muttered not quite sure what to say because having your dragon tell you anatomically impossible things that included a spoon(and why a spoon?!) was not the most pleasant of experiances.

[Zirin]

"O-hoh! getting bold aren't y-" He was cut off mid sentence. J'dol had been expecting Kyp to merely push him off, make some comment about how he was terrible, or a pervert, or something along those lines. Everything leading up to what Kyp did was expected, even the shifting he did with his hips (which J'dol certainly enjoyed). But that, the way he reached so confidently, grasped him like he was completely in charge... well that brought a sound to J'dol's lips that Kyp would probably never hear again. It sounded like a cross between a a low, strangled moan and a sudden gasp of surprise.

"Oh!" Then he was left, lying on the bed and watching Kyp's escaping form with wide eyes. Was he still asleep? Dreaming perhaps? He had to be! There was no way Kyp would do that, ever! Well, if this was a dream then he hoped he wasn't going to wake up any time soon. Shaking his head, a smile on his face he stood and, meeting Kyp's eyes made a show of rearranging himself to be comfortable.

"Don't blame me sweetheart, he lives in your mind." He grinned at Stripe as he walked over to Kyp's side, standing as close as he could and attempting to nuzzle into his neck. "I'll happily take credit for tainting you though." And then he was reaching to wrap and arm around Kyp's waist, his hand working into the man's pocket. "Breakfast is a good idea, before I do something to get us both in trouble." His fingers twitched in Kyp's pocket.

"By the way Stripe, I owe you one for the idea. The result was most enjoyable." He dipped his head to the bronze dragonet. "Name your price and it's yours."

[damien]

Stripe’s face was not mobile enough to show what he was feeling, at least not completely. He was glad for this as he was torn between being a bit jealous that this man was cuddling HIS rider, and greatly amused at the terrified high pitched mental squeaks Kyprioth was going through. Since the latter was causing him headaches and the former was a bit silly, he didn’t have hands and he didn’t really want his rider that way, he instead shifted to gently lift himself up and bump his nose against the odd pair.

“Ya supposed tah be on my side.” Kyprioth sounded utterly defeated though as he hung in the others arms, sighing. At least he wasn’t fighting though he was red from ear tip probably down to his feet at this point.

Stripe just sent him a sagely look before he spoke to them both.

I would ask you to get me food but I think you would bring me back a plant, thinking yourself funny. Since I know Mine will spend a great amount of time till I am ready, pining and being a general annoyance in his brain, you can come visit him more often. Oh and uh…ask your Lady to perhaps take me away during that time so I do not have to listen to the chatter.

Dragons couldn’t blush but K’r could feel it and he grinned. Stripe had a crush. He wanted to taunt him, he in fact leaned over to do so before he had the mental image of him happily snuggling against J’dol thrown at him. Defeated, flipping his dragon a rather rude image in return he wiggled free of the mans grip to gently, playfully slap his hands away though at the same time let him know he had done more than his comfort level today.

“I want me breakfast, yer promised and uh yer know...yer don't 'ave ter visit me more if yer don't want to, right? I'd understand, yor busy yer said yourself” He nervously stared at the ground. Had he gone to far with his touching? he went to far, he knew it. He ruined the friendship.

[Zirin]

"I'll tell you what Stripe, I promise to bring you back a big fat wherry before your date with Kayath, how's that?" He grinned and winked at the dragon, teasing without realizing that Stripe actually had a crush. He quirked an eyebrow at Kyp, giving a quiet "Pining huh?" before glancing back at the bronzeling and, with a slight smile, letting Kyp escape his grip.

"Kayath wants to know if you would like to join her at the beast pens right now," He added, feeling Kayath getting ready to launch from the ledge, her mind still somewhat foggy with sleep. I hope I don't need to start keeping a closer eye on you J'dol. J'dol rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his own little crush.

"I know I know! Don't get your knickers in a twist there cutie, let's go grab some breakfast." He reached out and ruffled the man's hair playfully, slowing his touch and letting it linger for a brief moment as he chuckled. "I'll come see you when I can, but..." He glanced up to watch Kayath jump from her ledge, her hide shining in the morning light as she came to circle high above, waiting for the bronze's answer.

"You know where my weyr is, Kyp, and I have a private office right next door to it. I usually sleep there when I'm busy like I am lately. You could always come sneak into my bed next time you know." Of course, there was a reason Kyp was out in a tent instead of inside the Weyr proper. He gave a snorted and bumped his shoulder against Kyp.

"You know, my rooms are probably safer for you than your tent. At least in my office I'll be forced to keep my hands on the work instead of you. Though suddenly I can't help but think you're the dangerous flirt now." He winked with a tease, hoping Kyp knew that, aside from being surprised, J'dol was still the same pain in the butt as always. His smile fell for a moment though, and he turned a serious gaze on Kyp. "I'm sorry you know, I didn't mean to push you too far. Dunno how you put up with me." He shoved his hands into his own pockets again and sheepishly rearranged himself again. This was going to be a mildly uncomfortable breakfast! "I hope there's pancakes today."