#distortedpirate

"Ehe, I guess I kinda got tired of waiting, thought climbing the tree would be a good idea to see where you were."

Maybe in another life: Your muse forgets who they are  and reverts to a domestic life. My muse tries to talk to them about their old life, but they just won’t listen.

Under cut cause length!

6; A confession

They'd bumped into one another and after finding somewhere better to sit they started talking. It'd started off as small things, how they'd adjusted to their new time and the people they'd started to meet.

When it came to talking about home, Mei lowered her head, a hand rubbing her arm.

"..Small one?"

"I'm scared, I'm scared I won't be able to go back home," her voice shook and she bit her lip. Pouring her heart out to someone she barely even knew was something Mei didn't do, but she really needed it this time.

Jeanne gingerly reached out to pat the smaller girl's back, "It is too early to know, yes?"

After surprisingly comforting words from the pirate, it didn't take long for Mei to start calming down, hands rubbing at her eyes.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean.." she stopped herself, "I.. Thank you, Jeanne,"

"It was nothing, but perhaps next time there will be no tears."

22: … to yours trying to play footsie with mine during a meeting

Mei didn't know why she'd been pulled to this meeting and she had started to really not care. Part way through she'd slumped down against the table, lips pursing a little as she listened to the head speaker drone on and on.

She'd barely noticed the smiles the woman sitting across from her had been giving her throughout, well, at least not until she felt something brush against her ankle.

The dancer flushed when she finally caught her gaze, hand moving to cover her cheeks as she tried to ignore the pirate's exploring. Though it was a little hard when she was moving up so high--

As the meeting went on, Mei grew progressively redder, hiding her face against her arms.