It's you not me

Rosemary frowned. “Aw! Why not?… You know what. It’s probably for the best. She probably wasn’t worth it, and I probably would’ve hated her.” She nodded her head.

“I don’t know she just...left. Didn’t say goodbye or anything.” he pointed out with a lazy shrug. “We got in a fight before that, pretty sure that’s what did it.” he admitted bitterly. “Unless you enjoy being around stuck up princesses then sure.” he replied, leaning against the nearest post.  “I don’t think I’m cut out for all this romance shit, Rosie.” he pointed out shaking his head. Of course that wasn’t necessarily true, he was just still bitter from everything that happened. 

“How do you have, like, ANY, friends?” Kiba asked after a moment or two. The siren was just being as friendly does. “Like, I get it— The brooding, dark anti-hero gimmick probably gets you laid a whole bunch but it’s really BORING.” He yawned for effect. “Sarcasm is just… there’s, like, nothing fun about it.”

He blinked, before bursting into laughter. “Dude, I just said ‘like’ so many times. I’m some kind of stereotypical ugg-wearing teenage girl. This is magnificent. Still better than another Batman-wannabe.” He flashed Blane a teasing grin. “But we’re not going to worry about it.”

“I’ve wondered the same thing.” he replied dryly, although he was being completely serious. “Well as a matter of fact it does I’d like to think it’s one of my most attractive qualities.” he countered, clearly just trying to mess with the guy. “Sarcasm is my default attitude alright?” he replied. 

“Beatrix Lux? I may have heard of her father,” she shrugged. “Are you aware that you have a demon on your tails?”

“Yes, it was, and I’m so happy!” She hugged her brother tightly again and kissed his cheek. “I want to meet them.”

Blane accepted the hug, without any protest. Even if he did it wouldn’t have stopped her anyway. “Don’t worry kid I’m sure you will.” he replied. “I had a girlfriend too, but that didn’t really workout.” he added, his tone clearly more bitter. 

“I swear to you, I will never find you interesting enough to stalk you.” Illyria made a lazy cross gesture over her heart. “Who would you find your ass that appealing, Pirate Jones?”

“Hardly. Stalking insinuates I follow you around or something. I have better things to do with my time.”

As soon as he showed her the bandage, Pompeii’s hands went to hold his arm. Her fingers hovered over where she assumed the wound was, daintily brushing the fabric of it. “Pirate or not, you’re my ward now, Mr. Jones,” she said with a firm but soft voice. She looked up at him. “And as dashing as a sword fight sounds, I’d much rather you be safe.” Only then did she smile and one of her hands rested on his chest. “Promise me you’ll be more careful– I could always help you practice your swordsmanship so you don’t get hurt again.” Her smile then turned playful.

She rose an eyebrow at him. “That doesn’t sound very convincing.” She half teased and pushed his arm slightly.

He rolled his eyes but the action wasn’t malicious, evident by the slight smirk on his lips. “Fine, yeah I have. Is that the answer you were looking for?” he questioned playfully.

“You sound less surprised that you made it?” she guessed. “I don’t stalk, Pirate Jones, I just listen. And read,” Illyria smiled.

“Okay, dude, I wasn’t going to hit you. My dad may have a liking for Jones’ meat but I’d really rather not. That ain’t my jam,” Kiba said with a cheeky grin. He held both his hands up defensively. “I mean, I have.  But what makes you think that I care about personal space?”

He snickered a bit. However, the second question got the siren excited. He held his arms out, stepping back and jumping onto his heels. “Dude! Blane! Blane, dude! I can shapeshift finally! I can turn into a crocodile, or a mermaid, or a tiny little crab, or… or… anything I want that has to do with the sea! How freaking cool is that?”

Blane snorted a bit at the thought before rolling his eyes. “Yeah, you’ve made that fairly clear.” he commented sindley before moving so that there was a gap in between them. 

beatrix deflated and puffed out her cheeks. “you don’t usually,” she muttered, holding her blanket around herself so only her face was visible. to be fair, she didn’t usually need to be checked on.