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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Bloodsport Crew!
Broadcast: if applicable!
Action: yes, that!
When: during the medieval-funtime world!

[aaaaay bloodsport how u doin'. how's life around the ship? what have you already dragged back from ye olde renaissance world? what trips are you planning? what's broken and why isn't it fixed yet? who's flying this thing?

mingle, talk to your newer crewmates, go nuts.]

Comments

[limitstorm]

[ riku actually laughs, settling back. he still sits with his legs against his chest, but it's more easygoing and less terrified and small now. ]

Being charming doesn't suit you.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

What? Yes it does.

[he looks a little surprised! mock-offended, even, as he takes his arm back and stands up straight again.]

What would I be if not charming?

[limitstorm]

[ opens mouth.

closes mouth. ]

As first mate, I'll be nice and not answer that.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

What? What do you mean?

[Riku you can't just say that and then not say anything.]

[limitstorm]

I should try sleeping again...

[ remember the last time riku just petulantly left the conversation?

yeah, he's doing that now. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

You...

[wow. wow okay he's just going to stand here then. okay.]

[limitstorm]

[ before he exits the doorway, he turns and outstretches his hand. ]

What? Come on, don't you need your sleep, too?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

... [oh, fuck it. he winds up smiling again. sure, he'll follow.] I guess I do.

[limitstorm]

[ heh, good. riku leads them back in a comfortable silence, only stopping once to put his mug in the sink. ]

Goodnight, captain.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[it's... really nice. he appreciates it. it's rare that he's the one to get led anywhere.]

Hah... Goodnight, Riku.

[maybe they'll both actually get some sleep tonight.]