Bartz set up a snare to catch small prey but the color in his face soon paled as he realized who was snared up in it instead as he goes over to help get them out before speaking frantically.

“Faris? Faris, are you alright?!! I didn’t mean to snare you I swear!!”

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Nail painting meme!

“...You have such long nails.”

| ✸ |  Amarant was never one for chatting with anyone whom he did not know. It was only a semblance of necessity when he had a contact for a job. In fact he hardly interacted with the people he did know, and for every single part, could not ever be considered a people person. Still, brazen attitude and all, a couple of drinks could do well enough to loosen his tongue into an attitude that may be slightly more conversive. 

Either that or he was inwardly curious about the company he held in this tavern. Regarding this stranger from under his fringe, he places his drink down and speaks aloud, gruff yet steady as if he wasn’t even tipsy at all.

“You don’t look like you’re from around here.” A rather blunt statement is what he offers as a conversation starter. 

   “Oh? Ah! I was looking for those parts. Thanks.” By the part, she meant by a tiny portion, notably a bolt and a few screws for the blueprints of her next invention. “Say, I was wondering, are you new around here?”

   She can’t help but to be curious.

“So, your big day is soon. Sorry Enkidu and I can’t make it, so...we brought your present with us!” Gina flashed the pirate a smile. 

Enkidu presented a gift box. 

“We weren’t sure if you two were going to have a house or not, but this will work on a pirate ship too,” he remarked. “Carefully, it’s heavy.” 

Rouge, the oracle from her home country of India, Mahdad had returned to Londo, England to see one of her old friends, Edward Falcon.

But during her travels, she noticed a pirate come by the docks. “Excuse me.”