Ruth knew he had struck a nerve talking with the new lass. It was written all over Nairn’s face as he rounded the table and settled back into the booth. The bump was returned after safely depositing the drinks, scoffing and lifting his shoulders at the others words. “At least I get some. When’s the last time you went and dipped your wick, eh?”
Taking a deep sip from his pint, Ruth didn’t answer, despite it being mostly dependent on how behaved his tongue was, which was never and some people really liked that. He'd quizzed the lass on helping her unwind, and when asked how, he'd snickered. In this case it was Nairn’s company she was more interested in than Ruth's offer of a thorough massage, with delicious edibles included. Cream was cream. But now he'd struck a nerve, refusing to let the opportunity to tease Nairn about it pass by.
Setting the pint down the healer would rub his hands together absently, “Am no teasin’,” of course he was. Blue hues narrowed, twinkling in amusement while his friend shifted awkwardly. Ruth sucked a breath in through his teeth and chuckled, “Well I suppose that be true, buuuut..” his voice drifted as a hand dipped back into the pocket of his robes, “there’s no way you made yourself this.”
A flick of his wrist he produced the gift. Pinched between his fingers at the corner a carefully made scarf unfolded, just big enough to disguise one's face, the woven threads careful hemmed by a steady hand.
Ruth drew it back a fraction, just in case Nairn attempted to snatch it out of his grasp for now. His free hand picked the opposite corner, drawing it across his own face playfully, “I didn’t know green was your colour,” he’d mumble, “or maybe it’s her colour, yes?” A shiteating grin spread across his face, the corner of his lips almost reaching his eyes. Leaning forward he dangled it, taunting his friend to take it this time. “Want me to go invite her over, or you gonna grow a pair and go thank her yourself? Or am I getting to keep this, smell's like dirt, but earthy. It's nice.”
Taking a deep sip from his pint, Ruth didn’t answer, despite it being mostly dependent on how behaved his tongue was, which was never and some people really liked that. He'd quizzed the lass on helping her unwind, and when asked how, he'd snickered. In this case it was Nairn’s company she was more interested in than Ruth's offer of a thorough massage, with delicious edibles included. Cream was cream. But now he'd struck a nerve, refusing to let the opportunity to tease Nairn about it pass by.
Setting the pint down the healer would rub his hands together absently, “Am no teasin’,” of course he was. Blue hues narrowed, twinkling in amusement while his friend shifted awkwardly. Ruth sucked a breath in through his teeth and chuckled, “Well I suppose that be true, buuuut..” his voice drifted as a hand dipped back into the pocket of his robes, “there’s no way you made yourself this.”
A flick of his wrist he produced the gift. Pinched between his fingers at the corner a carefully made scarf unfolded, just big enough to disguise one's face, the woven threads careful hemmed by a steady hand.
Ruth drew it back a fraction, just in case Nairn attempted to snatch it out of his grasp for now. His free hand picked the opposite corner, drawing it across his own face playfully, “I didn’t know green was your colour,” he’d mumble, “or maybe it’s her colour, yes?” A shiteating grin spread across his face, the corner of his lips almost reaching his eyes. Leaning forward he dangled it, taunting his friend to take it this time. “Want me to go invite her over, or you gonna grow a pair and go thank her yourself? Or am I getting to keep this, smell's like dirt, but earthy. It's nice.”
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