superinvinciblecyborg

red-hot-dragonist

fieryxlegacy

Bani was standing next to a marine, cheking things out like how did they work.. althought she was bad at gathering the information. She was new to the pirate world and didn’t had a bounty yet. So standing next to him wasn’t a real threat. Yet when she saw some other people from wanted posters... She did walk away a little. One even resembled a little like one... 

Something was indeed familiar with the young boy --

--  but while the former admiral took the bottle to his lips again and watched the young ebony haired boy with great interest, the memory fell away and lay in wait to return. Probably. Eventually. 

For a little longer, dark hazy eyes lingered on his movements with no idea why the familiarity lay in wait; the ex-marine was not aquainted with children which would mean that the semblance lay in an adult that would have crossed his path...

Kuzan savoured the taste of sake on his lips, the warmth it brought his taste buds delivered him his favourite state of mind; a lax and content one; it happened to be the general way he spent his time these days, floating and drifting. 

But that was how he preferred it.

For some reason, something in the abyss of the Blue Pheasant’s recollection tugged at his conscience and ebbed him to call out to the young lad; 

“Arara... Excuse me... you... young boy, um. ah. hm --”

He paused his absent-mindedness rocking his words from ones of confidence to that of uncertainty;