Zephyr
"Someone's gotta keep an eye on things here." No way are you gonna tell this mer about your personal problem; the fewer people who know about your especially special stomach, the better. As for Felix? Yeah, he probably would love it. You turn to the boy, raising a brow. "You wanna get on a boat, kid? I can set ya up." You know most of the local sailors after all, many of whom are quite a bit more reliable and less ridiculous than Jack.
And less likely to somehow get you in trouble with his Ma.
Straightening up from your squatting position you raise your arms into a stretch. A yawn punctuates it; pursing your lips questioningly at Felix, you raise a brow in question. "Well, Felix- should we get hustlin'? Or d'ya have more questions for our friend over here?"
And less likely to somehow get you in trouble with his Ma.
Straightening up from your squatting position you raise your arms into a stretch. A yawn punctuates it; pursing your lips questioningly at Felix, you raise a brow in question. "Well, Felix- should we get hustlin'? Or d'ya have more questions for our friend over here?"
never trust a survivor until you find out what he did to stay alive
