ORIENTATION ♔ playing the role with nerves left exposed

[koraith]

♬ Reasons Why - Nickel Creek

WHO || Koraith, Robin, open if people want to bang into them, just threadjack wherever.
WHAT || Koraith meets with his new squire
WHERE || Knight's HQ, Front Lobby
WHEN || Fri morning, March 8th [forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam

[ When Robin wakes on Friday morning, he'll discover a note attached to the outside of his door in elegant script, asking to meet in the front lobby around 11am.

It's just down the hall, so a very easy find, and there's only one person standing there when he arrives, beside the young Knight working the desk.

It's most certainly the unmistakable figure who acknowledged Robin during his squiring. He wears a dark red robed lined in white fur, and there's jewelry evident on his fingers and around his neck. He straightens up even more when Robin enters, and seems to smile. ]

Comments

[faeconman]

[ Robin suddenly feels rather underdressed in his jeans and t-shirt when he sees Koraith, but his smile is nonetheless bright and charming as he comes to a halt at comfortable conversation distance from the knight. ]

Good morning, Sir.

[koraith]

Ah, Sir Goodfellow! A delightful name, might I add, most encouraging! How are you this morning?

[faeconman]

I'm awake.

[ Robin isn't a morning person, no. It sort of shows in how he hasn't really gotten around to shaving yet. ]

And thank you.

[koraith]

[ his attitude elicits a chuckle from the dragon-man, a curious sound that seems to vibrate the floor beneath them ] I take it these aren't your usual hours of operation.

[faeconman]

[ Damn, that's quite a sound system the guy has in him. Robin finds himself wondering what it would be like to hear Koraith sing.

He runs a hand through his hair and shrugs a little, putting on a slightly sheepish face (a roll should probably go here but mun still doesn't quite know how to do that). ]

You know, it's the strangest thing, it doesn't actually matter how much sleep I've gotten, I'm still cranky in the mornings.

[koraith]

A universal constant, mm? [ his eyes twinkle as he leans forward a bit ] I know some exotic teas that might be good for that.

[faeconman]

I'm not actually fit for social interaction until I've gotten some tea in me on most days so that sounds like a very interesting suggestion to me.

[koraith]

Well! How about we adjourn to the kitchen so that I might brew some up, then?

[faeconman]

Oh, yes please, that would be lovely.

Suddenly I feel like the luckiest of all squires. [ And he really means that, too. ]

[koraith]

Too true, too true! You might have gotten stuck with some old fuddy duddy and then what? [ another laugh and he starts heading down the main hall to the dining hall doors ]

[faeconman]

Then I would have pitied the poor old fuddy duddy, I might have proven a handful.

[ He strolls along with Koraith, feeling remarkably at peace with life in general. Compliments to whoever decided on this match of squire and knight. ]

[koraith]

If you ask me, some of them could use a handful.