Trial of the Spades

[hiken]

Who: The Spades Crew + Anyone wandering by or onto their ship.
Where: Isla Empieza, The Sun
When: 12/15 - 12/21
What: Shenanigans! The Cold Curse, Sailing, Etc
Warnings: None so far. Possibly violence, given this crew.
Style: Prose/Action. Either or!
Status: OPEN

Threads below! Feel free to drop in your own, just remember to date them. More 'general' threads will come up after the crew sets sail.

Comments

[om_nom_namur]

Wow yer dog eyein' me? Shit.

[It appears Namur is thinking things over for a few seconds, then he looks at Thatch again, smiles, and shoves his shoulder. Try not to fall overboard there, Thatchinator.]

[thatched]

[he almost does and grabs onto Namur's arm. Give him a heart attack why don't you?]

Does that mean you'll do it, o nakama mine?

[not letting go of your arm, since, hey, you're pretty warm]

[om_nom_namur]

Hell, why not?

[He drapes his arm over Thatch's shoulders.]

Ain't gotta get all grabby there bro. Give some a them pretty li'l things hangin' 'round the ship the wrong idea.

[thatched]

[he feels much better about it already. He relaxes and lets go of Namur's arm since the brotherly embrace seems to do the trick just the same]

They'd never buy it. As if a handsome Fishman like you would look twice at me. [and he flutters his eyelashes a little]

[om_nom_namur]

SHEHEH ain't that the truth?

[He points and moves a finger toward Thatch's face.]

Got somethin' stuck in yer eye there bro? Here, lemme get it for y'.

[This may end with Thatch getting an eye poked.]

[thatched]

[or not. Thatch knocks Namur's hand away and, using the opening wraps his arm around Namur's thick lack of neck and rubs his knuckles over the Fishman's head]

The hell is that supposed to mean, you saying I'm ugly? [though he speaks lightly because it's just an excuse to give Namur bodly harm than anything]

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur makes a noise somewhere between a grunt and a laugh, ducking his head against the noogie.]

Well yer kinda flat an' borin' t' look at Sweetheart.

[How do you like having your sides pinched?]

[thatched]

Who the hell is calling who flat? [You don't even have a nose and he pinches the flap of skin you call one and wiggles back and forth]

Anyway it's not about looks but personality.

[om_nom_namur]

[Snaps at Thatch's hand tweaking his nose, but not hard enough to do anything more than maybe scratch him.]

An' I got 'nuff a that for three people. So it comes back t' looks. Sheheheh!

[Or maybe smarts, but shhh.]