Lithos: At The Square

"I can't believe you put a sleep spell on your bed," Kalkin said, for about the seventh time. They were walking back to the small market square where the tinkers had set their wagons. Once Lithos had finished his lecture, it hadn't been all that hard to convince the other to cut the kobold loose.

"You didn't have to find out," Lithos reminded him. "Now most of my siblings think we're sleeping together."

"Not even if you were a kobold," Kalkin assured him."Not even if you were an incredibly sexy female kobold."

"Kalkin!" a voice called from overhead. Lithos glanced up as Syscylla circled once and then descended, folding her wings behind her as she landed. "Where have you--?" She glanced at Lithos. "Oh. You."

Lithos nodded. "Yes. Oh, me." He actually kind of liked Syscylla; she was Kalkin's sister, younger by about a year, and where her brother's draconic bloodline had manifested as sorcery, hers had manifested as leathery red wings. 

Wings were cool. He wouldn't mind having wings. 

Scylla turned her attention to Kalkin. "Look, whatever you've been getting up to with the goblin--"

Kalkin tried to interrupt, but Scylla kept talking. 

"--you need to get back to the families now. Mom's been worried sick that you'd been arrested and the peacekeepers were about to descend on us, and Dad's been insisting that you were probably right there in the room and laughing your invisible ass off. They had a whole big fight about it. Nobody asked me, of course." She looked at Lithos again. "Um. You should go back to your den now. Pretty sure Uncle Padirog and most of the rest of the elders are going to try to murder you if my idiot brother tries to bring his goblin boyfriend back home."

"We're not--" said Kalkin, just as Lithos protested, "It's not a den--" They stopped, looked at each other, and Lithos finished with, "It's a perfectly respectable inn. And I'm officially a dwarven citizen now." 

"...And we are not," Kalkin added, "any sort of item."

Syscylla frowned doubtfully. "If you say so. You still need to get back to the wagons. And you need to get back to your perfectly respectable inn."

Lithos eyed Kalkin for a long moment. "Find another hobby," he suggested, and turned to start walking away. 

"What," asked Kalkin, "and miss out on all this fun?"