Rickter lingered close until Talon seemed ready to rise, pulling away slowly so that he too stood up from sitting on one knee. He was utterly relieved to see his Bondmate so animated again, after seeing how quickly he'd fallen unconscious just earlier. It was when Talon touched at his cheek to feel at the residual drops on his face, that the wolf raised his eyebrows before lightly chortling to himself. It had to be done no? "It had to be done... no?" To the playful glare he received Rickter could only shrug, feigning innocence in regard to the act of splashing Talon earlier. What else was the wolf to do?
Admittedly he started to feel a little jubilant between the both of them, as though their presence now evoked comfort within the wolf himself. At the beckoning for his measurements then, however, did he softly laugh as his lips cracked into a playful smirk. "I suppose so." He looked up in thought as if he'd spared it to Vicis herself, before nodding with the idea he had to suggest. "Guess she'll have to try harder than scar and prophetic dreams, huh?" The humor passed on with the demand that his attire be removed, leading the wolf to raise his eyebrows as he then chuckled a bit impishly. "Really? Now?" Then it was Aoren's turn to pitch in, the suggestion to follow it reminisced with the experience of his own past.
Rickter couldn't help but eye the prince then thoughtfully, before Aoren's last remark laced a wider smile across the wolf's cheeks. "Don't tempt me mate," Rickter mentioned as he started to tug at the collar of his jacket, "I'm already in the mood to misbehave." As he said this Rickter slid his arms out the sleeves and then bundled up the jacket, so that he could throw it directly at the Kathar with another soft laugh shared between them. He actually realized then that this is what made the bond between them special. Between all the constant work and the occasional tense periods, there were always moments like this where he felt good and comfortable. Where he didn't have to feel so guarded anymore, because his closest friends were able to just bask and enjoy each other. Strangely enough even when he had it, he still founding himself wanting for more of it. To enjoy it at it's fullest.
Which is why when he started to roll the shirt up from his belly, the wolf peeled the article off from over his head, with a practiced tug out of each sleeve before he dropped it next to the stand. The wolf then knelt down to begin untying his boot, occasionally glancing at Talon and Aoren with that playful smirk still on his face.
Admittedly he started to feel a little jubilant between the both of them, as though their presence now evoked comfort within the wolf himself. At the beckoning for his measurements then, however, did he softly laugh as his lips cracked into a playful smirk. "I suppose so." He looked up in thought as if he'd spared it to Vicis herself, before nodding with the idea he had to suggest. "Guess she'll have to try harder than scar and prophetic dreams, huh?" The humor passed on with the demand that his attire be removed, leading the wolf to raise his eyebrows as he then chuckled a bit impishly. "Really? Now?" Then it was Aoren's turn to pitch in, the suggestion to follow it reminisced with the experience of his own past.
Rickter couldn't help but eye the prince then thoughtfully, before Aoren's last remark laced a wider smile across the wolf's cheeks. "Don't tempt me mate," Rickter mentioned as he started to tug at the collar of his jacket, "I'm already in the mood to misbehave." As he said this Rickter slid his arms out the sleeves and then bundled up the jacket, so that he could throw it directly at the Kathar with another soft laugh shared between them. He actually realized then that this is what made the bond between them special. Between all the constant work and the occasional tense periods, there were always moments like this where he felt good and comfortable. Where he didn't have to feel so guarded anymore, because his closest friends were able to just bask and enjoy each other. Strangely enough even when he had it, he still founding himself wanting for more of it. To enjoy it at it's fullest.
Which is why when he started to roll the shirt up from his belly, the wolf peeled the article off from over his head, with a practiced tug out of each sleeve before he dropped it next to the stand. The wolf then knelt down to begin untying his boot, occasionally glancing at Talon and Aoren with that playful smirk still on his face.
