Kassim

“Mmm…”  Olba merely mumbled in reply, finding it a higher priority to simply mold himself into Kassim to keep himself content.  “Stay.”  He commanded softly.

Kassim didn’t push for any more of a reply then that, noticing the other male didn’t seem much like talking right now. “As you wish, I wasn’t planning to leave anyways.” he said, running his fingers though Olba’s hair a bit.

“…. You’re bein a pain again,”  He frowned, having the feeling he was being teased somewhat.  “Yeah yeah I know, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop complaining about it.”

“Am I? And what does that mean you’re being?” he said, seeing the frown and grumbled a bit. “I know, if you did I’d worry something was wrong or that you didn’t like me anymore.” he spoke, resting his chin gently on the other’s head, wrapping his arms around him.

“… Or I could just jab it in you and see what happens”

“How kind of you, to actually care about if I ruin my own scales or not,” he rolled his eyes, stiffening up once the man held onto his tail. Once in the tank, his irritated expression started to fade away as fear and sadness set in. He really wasn’t getting out of this… he was going to be sold, kept as some person’s prize or pet… He tried to force those thoughts away as he glared sharply at the man who had shoved him into the tank, eyes burning. 

The pirate got down on his knees, leaning down a bit to get closer to the merman in the tank. "of course. They are so pretty." he said, seeing the expression of fear and sadness set onto the creatures face before it glared at him, it's eyes burning. "such fire in your eyes, I can't say I dislike that. You're going to be interesting I can feel it."

He leaned back a little, quite content with himself. “You got a name? You can call me Kouha-sama. Since I bet you’re not really the sort to say ‘Master’, right~?”

He started to push himself up, grunting and groaning though the pain as he struggled to get his bearings. As he moved though his vision swam, going dark for a minute as he almost passed out again. "I'll call you master over my dead body Kouha." he said, forgetting the sama, screw that shit he was from Balbadd not this Kou place.

Olba did actually like Sindria but at the same time he didn’t. However, he wondered why the other male seemed to dislike Sindria? “Alibaba still cares about you, at least that’s what I think. He never told me about what happened, not all of it anyway, and you were his friend. Alibaba is pretty dedicated to his friends.” He chuckle a little, “Of course, I’ve rarely seen him not cheerful. Even when things are bad, he is always the optimist and he definitely talks about both but mostly good.”

He let the topic of Sindria go for now if Olba would, preferring to talk about Alibaba then Sindria. "Well, it's nice to hear he still cares and doesn't hate me. What happened is a long story and it would take forever to explain. Friend or not, what I did I would of thought he'd dislike me at least, possibly hate me after what happened." he said, letting the waiter take his empty mug when two more where brought, picking his up he took a drink. "Once I tried to ruin that cheerfulness, I don't think it's possible expect for a bit. The worse I saw was when he lost his mother he took it hard. Nice to hear he says good things about me still."

Olba couldn’t help but smile as he heard what Kassim had to say and amused at how spot on it was. “Well I call him Alibaba-kun but you are talking about the exact same person,” he beamed, “Your description of him hasn’t change at all, when we first met we kind of were enemies until he saved me and all but he really was too cheerful. Anyway, he talks about you a lot!”

As Olba smiled Kassim chose to force his own dislike of Sindria down for now. Maybe this kid didn't want to be part of Sindria under that damn king. "Alibaba-kun, I never would of guessed." he said, smirking a little amused by this news, he'd have to tease the blond a bit with that. "yeah, me and Alibaba were enemies at a time to...I'm not sure how he currently feels about me as I haven't seen him since the incident." he said, calling a waiter over and ordered a couple drinks one for him and one for Olba. "So I'm guessing his cheerful spirit is alive and well. Does he? Does he mostly talk about the bad or the good?"