zephyr
She walks in just as you take another bite of your guava, a line of juice leaking into your beard. Eloise is wearing shockingly little, even by Torchline standards, and you're not too proud to admit that your eyes wander appreciatively for a moment before returning to her face. If her plan had been to make an impression, well, brava on her success.
It makes you a little uncomfortable, as finding people attractive always does. And it's not a small part of why you've spent little time with her, despite her prolonged internment in Jack's crew.
Swallowing down the mouthful of fruit, you wipe your chin off with your palm. "Somethin' like that." Leaning back in your chair, you gesture to the map on the table. "Y'know anythin' about this?" Maps'n'shit, and the Fingers specifically.
It makes you a little uncomfortable, as finding people attractive always does. And it's not a small part of why you've spent little time with her, despite her prolonged internment in Jack's crew.
Swallowing down the mouthful of fruit, you wipe your chin off with your palm. "Somethin' like that." Leaning back in your chair, you gesture to the map on the table. "Y'know anythin' about this?" Maps'n'shit, and the Fingers specifically.
I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still
I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still
