The collision was unexpected, catching him completely offguard that he was unable to stop himself from gasping before anger overtook him.
Fontaine was already beginning to screech insults and breton profanities until he felt something very familiar. Something squeezing a very DELICATE place. Was that a hand on his behind? Was that the hand of a LOWLY being touching his behind?!
The cursing and insults continued as he shoved the smaller being away, glancing down at the guilty party to punish hi— !!
A sneer slithered across his facade, attempting to keep his hands from strangling the small bosmer where he stood, “Must you always touch me?! What are you even DOING here?! Nevermind! I don’t wish to know of your current… activities!”
The elf was already working his way around Biel, trying his best not to touch any part of him as he does so. He was in quite a huff, to say the least.
“I knew I recognized that behind!” Bielrin grinned at the outraged Altmer, laughing when he was shoved backwards. “Been a while, Fonty! Have you been working out? I could swear your back end is firmer.” He paused, and if it was possible, his smile got even brighter. “Hey, you can do more magic than zapping, right? Restoration, or alchemy? Right?”
He reached out and made to grab at one of Fontaine’s arms, to keep him in the hallway. “This is perfect! I didn’t think we’d be able to find someone so quickly, I thought for sure we’d have to wait until morning-” Bielrin chattered to himself, almost oblivious of the fact that what he was saying wouldn’t have made any sense to anyone but him and the two people in his room.
“Even if you can’t do anything but Destruction, this is still really lucky… Eheheh! I never thought I’d say this, but I’m happy you’re here, Fonty!”
“Unhand me, you foul little demon!” The Altmer struggled against his grip, flat out hissing at the bosmer like some sort of angry snake, “If you MUST know, yes. I can do some restoration. Alchemy was my favorite subject at the school. Why does it even matter?” He gave a huff of annoyance.
Fontaine yanked his arm away from Biel, accepting that he wasn’t going anywhere so long as Biel rambled away at him. His body remained stiff while his face held a look of pure hate, all he wanted to do was go about his business, not talk to the grabby little elf. What was he even saying? He made no sense whatsoever.
Once he finished he dubbed it proper to finally ask what Biel was talking about, “By the eight, what are you even talking about? What do you mean this is lucky? Why in the world are you happy to see me? Because I, in no way, am happy to see you!”
“Speak your business or I will be forced to use my “zapping” on you.”