Brawny’s body glistened to sweat as he was just about down to his trousers, his v-line— well, that’s enough of that. Alleizha began handing the Rathor’s clothes back to him as he was offered a ride on the Moroi’s chariot. All of a sudden, there was enough space for everyone on these damned chariots. Perhaps it was his own background, but Alleizha wasn’t too fond of the chariots. There was no particular reason, he just couldn’t imagine himself getting one anytime soon. “Well, you two were just a cloth away from seeing my dog’s goodies. And I don’t mean what’s in his pants.” Alleizha winked at the group.
There was a short moment where he felt a bit out of touch. The man and woman seemed to be very familiar with one another, but Alleizha knew that. He just didn’t expect the awkward feeling catching on as he listened to their short catch-up conversation. As a boy who grew up pretty isolated, he wondered what it felt like to have friends. Someone that wasn’t bound to him like Brawny, but a friend to tell stories and have the same sort of conversation the two were having.
“Yes, let’s get on that road. Miki, you’re only renting but so much of my time.” He clapped softly as he spoke. “Say, what’s the reason for looking so tough? You must be making a deal with a bandit. Why not take all he has? It’s much easier with such tall and rugged men on your side.”
