#piiip

“Sir. Must you go?”

The voice was meek, the woman knew there may be punishments for questioning the man and essentially restraining him as her arms looped around him from behind. Fingers shyly held onto his shirt at the front, face hiding between his shoulders at the back. One of the lower ranked marines had stopped him from leaving again.

One of the others in the crew liked to play with fortune telling. It had just been a means to pass time, but the fortune telling of the demise of someone close had been getting to the woman. As much as she hoped that fortune was not about the much beloved Vice Admiral, the red head could not shake the feeling.

She held on just that little bit tighter.

Vergo looks over his shoulder when he feels someone restrain him and raises a brow she pleads for him to stay. He had just been given permission to leave to return to his “wife and kids” which obviously was not true, he needed to go back to dressrosa to see his boss.. and to learn more information about the situation happening in punk hazard.

A small and fake smile appears on his face as he looks to the red head from over his shoulder. He might of not looked like it, but vergo was cringing big time. He hated it when people just touched him so randomly..But it couldn't be helped, and he had to grin and bare it.. For some reason his underlings loved him dearly..They trusted him.. Fools.. The simple minded were always so easy to trick.

wsp: fea:**

wsp: JAJAAJAJ, ¿perdón? ¿te recuerdo quien es la persona que no me ha habla durante toooooodo este tiempo? 

wsp: …

wsp: tú >:c