[ when she lifts her eyes to his, he's instantly distracted by the gaze, a gentle swirl of mystery, not intimidating but like the quiet veil of a breeze washing over a forest, pellets of raindrops falling against the trees creating a secret sound only heard if one stops to listen. and right now, he listens in the way he watches her, in those momentary passing seconds where she offers him a smile that he knows will be impossible to forget after tonight. ]
No? Consider me honored.
[ he answers in that quiet playfulness, his smile returning to something brighter, all for her eyes now that she's close enough to see it, even as she begins to devote her attention properly to stitching the pants in her hand.
that light impish tone eases with her question, something brightening in his eyes from her curiosity. ]
Honestly? Kind of a pain in the ass a lot of the time. [ he gives an amused chuckle before he gives a shake of his head to quickly dismiss the description. ] No, it's actually a great place. Really lavish, even though it was run by all kinds of rowdy guys — all of them pirates at one time, with no sense of manners but plenty of drive to learn and get things done. The old man — [ he pauses for a second, exhaling a slight breath as he thinks of zeff, always fighting the memory between both annoyance and fondness. his eyes soften then, looking down to her moving hands. ] Zeff, he took me in when I was a kid, yeah? Owed him my life. It was his dream to make a place that anyone could come to and get a bite to eat. Because the ocean, it's relentless, unforgiving. But no one should ever have to experience starving. And so we built that place up together, him and me, taking care of anyone who came hungry.
[ his lips quirk into a smaller smile, before he gives into a chuckle, looking back up to her. ]
Too bad the menu was shit. Never let me get creative with putting out some better meals. Probably spent more time fighting than cooking.
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No? Consider me honored.
[ he answers in that quiet playfulness, his smile returning to something brighter, all for her eyes now that she's close enough to see it, even as she begins to devote her attention properly to stitching the pants in her hand.
that light impish tone eases with her question, something brightening in his eyes from her curiosity. ]
Honestly? Kind of a pain in the ass a lot of the time. [ he gives an amused chuckle before he gives a shake of his head to quickly dismiss the description. ] No, it's actually a great place. Really lavish, even though it was run by all kinds of rowdy guys — all of them pirates at one time, with no sense of manners but plenty of drive to learn and get things done. The old man — [ he pauses for a second, exhaling a slight breath as he thinks of zeff, always fighting the memory between both annoyance and fondness. his eyes soften then, looking down to her moving hands. ] Zeff, he took me in when I was a kid, yeah? Owed him my life. It was his dream to make a place that anyone could come to and get a bite to eat. Because the ocean, it's relentless, unforgiving. But no one should ever have to experience starving. And so we built that place up together, him and me, taking care of anyone who came hungry.
[ his lips quirk into a smaller smile, before he gives into a chuckle, looking back up to her. ]
Too bad the menu was shit. Never let me get creative with putting out some better meals. Probably spent more time fighting than cooking.