your bright eyes are gonna kill me for sure
It's always been a little weird, how easily he can guess what you're thinking (almost like he can read your mind), but you've learned to shrug it off as him being weirdly good at picking up cues. Not responding to them - the man has all the manners of a rhampire in mating season. But it's nice to know that someone gets you, even if he often doesn't make a lick of sense.
Not moving away from the comfort of the railing, you snort derisively at the invitation. "Stuck on that rickety thing with you for a season? I'll take th'Biter, thanks all the same." Truth be told you would fucking love to sail the ocean blue, but both of you know that your stomach will never allow for such a thing. "'sides which, I'm pretty sure yer navigator has th'hots for me. Wouldn' wanna steal yer bedwarmer while yer out at sea." I'll wait until you're back, your raised eyebrow and smirk say as you reach out to pluck a flower out of the bouquet.
Not moving away from the comfort of the railing, you snort derisively at the invitation. "Stuck on that rickety thing with you for a season? I'll take th'Biter, thanks all the same." Truth be told you would fucking love to sail the ocean blue, but both of you know that your stomach will never allow for such a thing. "'sides which, I'm pretty sure yer navigator has th'hots for me. Wouldn' wanna steal yer bedwarmer while yer out at sea." I'll wait until you're back, your raised eyebrow and smirk say as you reach out to pluck a flower out of the bouquet.
ZEPHYR
