#chaldirection.| 03

“Maaaasstaaah~♫!”  The servant shuffled through. Vibrant clothes and pale hair made the Director instantly recognizable through the windows of people of the crowd.  “Maasster~!” Though it seems that inbetween the chatter on the beach, her call went unheard.  Maybe, she figured, her Master was not used to being addressed as such. Drake squeezed on closer.  They stood at the shore of the beach.  “Oooolga! There you are. I thought I lost you after we got our boats.” Boats. plural. Somehow rather than one, the pink haired villain had an arm full of them. Her tone was encouraging, this had been Drake’s silly idea to take part.  “Did you write something?”