Awful Innuendos

Writers: Avery, Devin
Date Posted: 31st July 2017

Characters: V'rel, T'lin, Lairel, Ileada, Neria, Minniki
Description: Candidates relax at the end of the work day.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 13, day 6 of Turn 8

T'lin

Vatirel's Craft work for this sevenday was dyeing. He really liked
this aspect of his Craft. But he couldn't deny that it was a messy and
often smelly job. Which is why he had taken to going to either bathe
in a bathing pool or down to the beach for a swim, once he was done
with the day's work.

As he walked through the caverns towards the exit, he contemplated if
it was time to replace this shirt. He was intentionally using an old
battered one for the workroom, so that if it got dye splotches over it
it didn't matter. It was multicolored by now and somewhat ugly, but it
was a work shirt and didn't matter. He was concerned by the holes in
it, though. It looked ratty and it could have let dye get through onto
his skin.

Tyselin was lounging in the shade with a group of friends. His gaze
kept drifting toward the exit and when Vatirel finally emerged he
lifted his hand in to wave. "Tir!"

Vatirel immediately changed course to head over to his friend. "Hi Ty.
Hey Lairel," he added to the other boy he knew well. "Taking a break,
or done for the day?"

"Done for the day." Tyselin was trying to put more boundaries around
his work time. He'd spent too many sevendays missing mealtimes and
barely making it back to the barracks for lights out. "You look like
you need a bath." He chuckled at the splotches of dye all over
Vatirel.

Vatirel looked down at himself and sighed. Sure enough, there was a
splash of blue on his hands. "You don't get this messy as a
Technician, do you?"

"Not true. Oil and grease are _not_ as fun as you might think."

"Depends on what kind," Lairel muttered with a laugh. Tyselin gave him
a gentle kick, but he laughed too.

"I don't think _those_ greases get used in crafting," Vatirel said with a smirk.

"But they do get used on crafters," Tyselin said.

That gave Vatirel a truly inappropriate mental image he had not at all
been expecting. He twitched reflexively at it. "So Technicians get
greased, Weavers get dyed... What happens to other crafts?"

"Healers get slippery sometimes too, but not always with things you'd
want," Ileada chimed in.

Tyselin stuck his tongue out and made an exaggerated face. "Thanks for
that. Vintners get... tasted."

This game was surprisingly fun. "Seacrafters and Dolphineers get wet,
obviously," Ileada said.

"Miners get dirty." That was an obvious one.

"Bakers get stuffed," Minniki said.

Tyselin tapped his chin. "Harpers get played."

Vatirel was running out of crafts to come up with. "Farmers get
plowed?" he guessed.

"Beastcrafters get--"

"Better skip that one!"

The group burst out laughing.

Vatirel laughed till his face was red and his sides were heaving. This
was not how he'd expected his evening to go. "Now I've got some awful
images."

"We've horrified you _and_ distracted you from your bath," Tyselin
said when he could stop laughing.

"We could accompany you to the bath if you need help scrubbing," Neria said.

"Scrubbing away those images or scrubbing something else," Ileada said
with a leer.

"No thanks, I can wash myself, I'm not four," Vatirel said in the
primmest tone he could manage.

"Wherrydung," Neria said with a snort.

"Even adults like getting their back scrubbed now and again." Tyselin
was tempted to make that offer himself, but he was worried about how
his body would react to touching a wet, naked Vatirel. But what if
Vatirel wanted that... but what if he _didn't_. After all, they'd had
plenty of chances to take a tumble and Vatirel had never shown
interest. Just because they both liked men didn't mean they had to
like each other.

"Do I even have dye on my back?" Vatirel asked.

Neria leaned forward and yanked up the back hem of Vatirel's shirt to
expose his back to the audience. "What do you think, any dye?"

"There's a bit right there, below your ribs." Tyselin pointed. It
looked like the ink had been smeared around from either Vatirel's
front or his side.

"Ugh," he said with a huff.

"We could all go to the bathing pools," Ileada said.

"Or swimming in the ocean instead," suggested Neria. "It is really hot out."

"Ooh, swimming sounds good!" Tyselin said.

Maybe the sea would wash the die off and everyone would stop teasing
him. Or maybe that was an impossible wish. He pushed himself to his
feet and said, "Come on, then."

"Last one there's a broken flit egg," Neria said before dashing off
towards the water.

"No fair!" yelped Ileada before chasing after her.

Vatirel looked over at Tyselin, rolled his eyes, and then started
running after her. Might as well join the others.

Last updated on the August 23rd 2017

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