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( Starter for @oceanicpride )
He looks like a bumbling idiot, searching for Jamarion. Maybe anyone would after several life changing experiences. What he saw, what he heard - it gave him a new perspective on things. Finally, he spots Jamarion and calls out to him. +
"Jamarion !"
He's a little too excited, the daisies in his hand are crushed and crumpled. As soon as he's close to Jamarion, he's grinning like a child. Like a man reborn.
"I got these for you. " He thrusts the flowers out in front of him with a smile and shaking+
โTheyโre in the bars, takinโ a break from ... pirate business.โ He grins and loops his arm around Jamarโs shoulders. โYou could join us ? I could give you a taste of pirate life.โ
He looks down at the bread. Pauses. Then he tosses the bread at a bird.
"THAT'LL TEACH HIM "
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โFuck that bird. He stole some of my bread.โ He looks up and shouts again. โYOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CANT HIDE.โ
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He begins applying the bandages to wound, and offers a grin to Jamarion. โWe could be whatever you want to be, prince. Youโd be shocked by how flexible I am.โ Someone hit him.
โYa think ( Iโm ) suited for him ?โ He snorts. โI would never get with the prissy prince.โ
" Hey, it was only an offer ! " He's grinning at the prince now, someone should wipe that smug look off his face. " And children aren't the only one who hold hands, sometimes good friends do. Sometimes lovers do. " He's gathering his bandage from his bag.
Trust ? No one had said that to him in years - maybe even a decade. He reaches out gently, and examines the wound.
" Aye, nothin' too bad. Should still be covered. I may put alcohol on it to clean the wound - it'll sting. Do ya . . . need a hand to hold ?"
At first, he's offended. "What ? Ya don't like my hands - too poor for ya ?" He reaches for the wound quickly, but then decides against it last minute. You can see the wheels turning in his head - and then, he looks at Jamarion with a gentle expression.
"Just let me see. +
โWhy - I want to revel in taking the moral high ground.โ He snickers a bit, then he kneels next to Jamarion and examines the wound.
โWhat kinda man would I be to let someone suffer ? Do you think Iโm a monster - sometimes I am, but not today. Let me give you the proper tools.โ
He notices the prince's wound, and raises a brow. He's received far worse injuries from the sea - but his heart is moved by pity. He sighs.
" Where'd ya get that - is kelp really goin' to help ? You need bandages. I got 'em, if you need 'em."
He takes note of the crashing waves, the prince's curling fists. For a moment, he's scared - but his pride won't such feelings to come to light. Instead, he steps forward - like a challenge.
Anyone else talking like this to him ? He'd fight. But he can't fight Jamarion, he's +