LOCKE
Mostly men, huh? Well maybe he should watch his skin then, should it become filleted. Her grin seems to say it wouldn't be the first time and he's curious about that too, but he doesn't press. He quite likes how little he knows of her and how little she knows of him. He watches her sharpen the blade, thinking about interjecting but refraining. Her skills might be better than his. What a chef he'll make.
"King's End, for a bit. S'cold there." He neglects to mention who he stayed with or that he stayed with anyone at all. He doesn't know much of her relationship with the men and he was tasked with keeping a secret. And he'd keep it until someone offered him something worth more to him.
Locke's face twists in confusion for a moment before he rolls his eyes, "I'm not a child, Melita. A flying ship? From Safrin? For Jack? Surely you can come up with better stories than that."
"King's End, for a bit. S'cold there." He neglects to mention who he stayed with or that he stayed with anyone at all. He doesn't know much of her relationship with the men and he was tasked with keeping a secret. And he'd keep it until someone offered him something worth more to him.
Locke's face twists in confusion for a moment before he rolls his eyes, "I'm not a child, Melita. A flying ship? From Safrin? For Jack? Surely you can come up with better stories than that."
Callin' it quits now
baby, I'm a wreck
baby, I'm a wreck
