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Gray & Lan
Located on The Damsel (Gray's ship) - Interacting with: Riku ( Dawnstar )
The docking process went smoothly, almost too smoothly. The dockmaster hadn’t even sent a blooddrake to verify the signature on his permit and Gray would be the first to admit he was suspicious of the apparent ease it took to land in the Kingdom of Amethyst… though that might’ve been the lack of sleep talking.
Whatever the case, he couldn’t find it in himself to trust the Kingdom completely, so—instead of heading out to sell pesticides to supplement their ever-dwindling stash of money, buying supplies because he now knew that their current ones wouldn’t last nearly as long as he had planned, or really anything of actual use—he sat down with his collection of maps in the control room and rechecked their emergency escape route for the third time that morning.
His pen clicked incessantly. It always did when he was in one of these moods. Gray had made a few attempts here and there to quit the habit, but he learned over one too many days spent anxiously charting their next move that it was, like many things, an unwanted and permanent fixture of his life.
“ What are you doing? “ Lan peeked through the doorway after some time waiting for Gray to get his ass up and off the ship.
“Hm?” He didn’t turn his eyes from the maps.
”Hm,” Lan mocked the response, “what the fuck do you mean, hm? What kinda shit answer is that?“
“A confused one.”
“What’s there to be confused about? What the fuck are you doing that’s taking this long? I can feel the planks of the ship rotting under my boots while you’re sitting dandy in here jackin’ off or something.“
“I’m not— I’m just going over the plan again. In case anything happens.”
“Again? How many times have you gone over that bitch already?“
“...Are you actually asking or is that rhetorical?”
“Rhetorical.“ The shorter phoenix took the moment to step further into the room—leaving the door swung open behind him. “Get up already, we have shit to do outside. And you can’t fuckin worm your way out of going, you look like you just got dug out the grave and are about to go back in.”
“Yeah,” Gray sighed. His wings flicked, buzzing for a quick second before settling back down. “Yeah, I know.” Not that it made leaving any more desirable. “Are we taking the others? I don’t want to leave them on the ship alone.”
Lan made a face at the mention. First of slight confusion, then remembrance. And then something else, whether the annoyance in the expression was at the mention of the others—or simply an ever present landmark of his features was unknown.
“…I guess,” He finally conceded after a moment’s inner debate. “You watch the kid though.”
“What? Why?”
“ Because, “ Lan’s eyes narrowed (not dangerously—more whiny than anything) as he spoke “Every day I get closer to punting someone and the kid ain’t helping. Also I don’t like babysitting.“
“You would never punt a kid.”
“I could!“
“I’ve seen that kid lift fuel cans, you I don’t think you could punt this one even if you wanted to.”
“Hey. Fuck you. Strength ain’t all that goes into kicking ass. I could one hundred percent punt any kid I wanted to.“
“Your heart would give out before your muscles would.”
Lan tried for a moment to think of some snarky retort, failing this he scrunched his nose and sneered.
“Whatever. You’re still watchin’ him.“
“Only if you apologize without complaining when you chase off any of the customers today.”
“What? I don’t do that,” the defense was weak, considering he very much did do that. “The customers love me, I have a great customer service smile,” to demonstrate this—it seemed he attempted to smile, though it somehow came out looking more like a threat. The corners of his mouth didn’t even move upwards.
“See?“
“...I may not have a perfect grasp of trade sign, but I’m adequate enough with it to know a swear when I see one. Your…” Gray paused, the grimace he was holding back still evident on his face, “customer service smile isn’t as effective as you seem to think it is.”
Lan released the painful…smile(?) thing, and frowned.
“Whatever, I’m practicing. And I’ll bet you chase more customers off with your shitty sign than I do with my manners.” Without a moment's pause to allow for a response, Lan kept talking. “Let’s go—I’m fuckin cramped in here.“
With this final statement, he turned on his heel and started down the hall; clearly expecting to be followed.
“ RIKU,” He yelled, a shockingly loud call from such a little person. “We’re goin’ out! C’mon! “
Gray could say for a fact that Lan was not cramped in there. He refrained from mentioning this.
Tapfic
Gray & Lan
Located on The Damsel (Gray's ship) - Interacting with: Riku ( Dawnstar )
The docking process went smoothly, almost too smoothly. The dockmaster hadn’t even sent a blooddrake to verify the signature on his permit and Gray would be the first to admit he was suspicious of the apparent ease it took to land in the Kingdom of Amethyst… though that might’ve been the lack of sleep talking.
Whatever the case, he couldn’t find it in himself to trust the Kingdom completely, so—instead of heading out to sell pesticides to supplement their ever-dwindling stash of money, buying supplies because he now knew that their current ones wouldn’t last nearly as long as he had planned, or really anything of actual use—he sat down with his collection of maps in the control room and rechecked their emergency escape route for the third time that morning.
His pen clicked incessantly. It always did when he was in one of these moods. Gray had made a few attempts here and there to quit the habit, but he learned over one too many days spent anxiously charting their next move that it was, like many things, an unwanted and permanent fixture of his life.
“ What are you doing? “ Lan peeked through the doorway after some time waiting for Gray to get his ass up and off the ship.
“Hm?” He didn’t turn his eyes from the maps.
”Hm,” Lan mocked the response, “what the fuck do you mean, hm? What kinda shit answer is that?“
“A confused one.”
“What’s there to be confused about? What the fuck are you doing that’s taking this long? I can feel the planks of the ship rotting under my boots while you’re sitting dandy in here jackin’ off or something.“
“I’m not— I’m just going over the plan again. In case anything happens.”
“Again? How many times have you gone over that bitch already?“
“...Are you actually asking or is that rhetorical?”
“Rhetorical.“ The shorter phoenix took the moment to step further into the room—leaving the door swung open behind him. “Get up already, we have shit to do outside. And you can’t fuckin worm your way out of going, you look like you just got dug out the grave and are about to go back in.”
“Yeah,” Gray sighed. His wings flicked, buzzing for a quick second before settling back down. “Yeah, I know.” Not that it made leaving any more desirable. “Are we taking the others? I don’t want to leave them on the ship alone.”
Lan made a face at the mention. First of slight confusion, then remembrance. And then something else, whether the annoyance in the expression was at the mention of the others—or simply an ever present landmark of his features was unknown.
“…I guess,” He finally conceded after a moment’s inner debate. “You watch the kid though.”
“What? Why?”
“ Because, “ Lan’s eyes narrowed (not dangerously—more whiny than anything) as he spoke “Every day I get closer to punting someone and the kid ain’t helping. Also I don’t like babysitting.“
“You would never punt a kid.”
“I could!“
“I’ve seen that kid lift fuel cans, you I don’t think you could punt this one even if you wanted to.”
“Hey. Fuck you. Strength ain’t all that goes into kicking ass. I could one hundred percent punt any kid I wanted to.“
“Your heart would give out before your muscles would.”
Lan tried for a moment to think of some snarky retort, failing this he scrunched his nose and sneered.
“Whatever. You’re still watchin’ him.“
“Only if you apologize without complaining when you chase off any of the customers today.”
“What? I don’t do that,” the defense was weak, considering he very much did do that. “The customers love me, I have a great customer service smile,” to demonstrate this—it seemed he attempted to smile, though it somehow came out looking more like a threat. The corners of his mouth didn’t even move upwards.
“See?“
“...I may not have a perfect grasp of trade sign, but I’m adequate enough with it to know a swear when I see one. Your…” Gray paused, the grimace he was holding back still evident on his face, “customer service smile isn’t as effective as you seem to think it is.”
Lan released the painful…smile(?) thing, and frowned.
“Whatever, I’m practicing. And I’ll bet you chase more customers off with your shitty sign than I do with my manners.” Without a moment's pause to allow for a response, Lan kept talking. “Let’s go—I’m fuckin cramped in here.“
With this final statement, he turned on his heel and started down the hall; clearly expecting to be followed.
“ RIKU,” He yelled, a shockingly loud call from such a little person. “We’re goin’ out! C’mon! “
Gray could say for a fact that Lan was not cramped in there. He refrained from mentioning this.