Restless

[Luvadros Orthilia]

For a moment, Luvadros saw no harm in his Kelvic's ecstatic response. He had not given her a yes to her question, but if she chose to take his answer as such, that was her business, and hopefully it would keep her content and obedient, which was precisely what he wanted her to be. He even deigned to offer a scant smile in return of her blazing grin, but it faded immediately as she tore around the table and leaped at him. “Aril, no-” he began in objection, but far too late to do any good. Stunned beyond reacting for the first second of suddenly having her in his lap as his chair skidded back, he could only wince at the impact, glad that it wasn't enough to actually break anything and beginning to suspect he'd need to wear his exoskeleton at home as well if she were going to behave like this. But no, this would not be a habitual practice; he'd be sure of that. “Yes, yes,” he brushed away her thanks impatiently, “Fine, now get- Oh, zlynge.” There was no real dread as the chair tipped over, the man knowing he'd sufficiently padded his floor to avoid serious injury and clinging to his composure. It was still a great annoyance, and any appreciation he might have felt at the way Aril maneuvered herself beneath him was buried within. Though it was not what first came to mind, as she happily chirped her apology and they both began to stir in their attempts to rise, he became keenly aware of how little padding her simple robe and his own tight wrappings placed between their bodies. This was not immediately unpleasant, which was precisely the problem and why he then reacted so strongly. Shooting to his feet and launching the spindly chair several feet, he backed quickly away as he hissed, “Idiot girl! Bird! Thing!” A great show was made of wiping himself off despite the apparent lack of dust or anything else that had gotten on his clothes. “You will learn to control your impetuous impulses. Do not do that again. You could have...” But he really couldn't berate her for any injury she might have caused, as such was quite unlikely with the bunches of fabric decorating almost everything. Unwilling to vocalize his true complaint, however, he merely shook his head and repeated, “Do not.”