Dezreki was looking up at her like a lost puppy from her bed as she dressed herself in the dim light of the ship's cabin.
Chemuel had always been a cat person.
"Honestly, darling, don't be so dramatic. I'd just prefer to keep our relationship low-key for now. Until you're a little more... tolerated. Now if you don't mind, I've got a ship to run."
"But..."
"No Buts. Go back to your ship. Mine has no more room. Shoo."
"Fine"
"Oh, and remember to send me those access codes"
"Yeah, yeah."
As Dezreki strode reluctantly down the gangway out of the ship, The Dutchman walked into the room, puffing at a thick cigar, hand rolled from the tobacco he grew in the vessel's hold.
"He doesn't seem your type"
Chemuel pulled on and oversized crimson sweater and brought her ebony hair into a high ponytail.
"That's because he isn't"
Chemuel had always been a cat person.
"Honestly, darling, don't be so dramatic. I'd just prefer to keep our relationship low-key for now. Until you're a little more... tolerated. Now if you don't mind, I've got a ship to run."
"But..."
"No Buts. Go back to your ship. Mine has no more room. Shoo."
"Fine"
"Oh, and remember to send me those access codes"
"Yeah, yeah."
As Dezreki strode reluctantly down the gangway out of the ship, The Dutchman walked into the room, puffing at a thick cigar, hand rolled from the tobacco he grew in the vessel's hold.
"He doesn't seem your type"
Chemuel pulled on and oversized crimson sweater and brought her ebony hair into a high ponytail.
"That's because he isn't"