[He chuckles.] It just might be. A fighter's language involves far more than words, Mister Muraki.
[It generally involves broken bones, bruises, bleeding, and those unspoken understandings between warriors.
You are not a warrior, Muraki. He can't decide if Luceti making you into one would be a good thing or not.]
[Sudden, genuine snort of mirth.] Sorry, Mister Muraki, but I'm a Captain. [Pirate captain. This is an honest answer - because he is and he does. It also might be a little misleading, because a doctor, a fighter, a man with tattoos, a man of the sea, a man who finds being called beautiful strange... it might indicate something else now, with admission of his rank. Some kind of military. And it isn't uncommon for military doctors to be ranked 'Captain'. Glancing over his shoulder, smiling.] Do you?
[He is teasing you. Whether or not you are a criminal is unclear, but he would not be surprised if you were. Not with the type of vibes you are sending out. And really... that doesn't matter.
(Except, the part of his mind points out, buried under the affection... unless they were certain types of crimes. There is a lot he can tolerate and accept and even applaud - pirate - but some things...
No.)
As to what he wants... he'd rather touch you himself, than just be touched. He's simply restrained that desire for now. What he wants is outweighed by his desire to know. To understand why you're provoking such conflicting feelings.
He thinks he'll know very soon now.]
[Chuckling some more, teasing coming to full force.] A fellow caffiene addict, huh?
Oh, I have a couple, but I asked you first. What do you enjoy? Aside from tea and coffee of course.
[You'll have show him some of your cards before he shows you anymore of his.]
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[It generally involves broken bones, bruises, bleeding, and those unspoken understandings between warriors.
You are not a warrior, Muraki. He can't decide if Luceti making you into one would be a good thing or not.]
[Sudden, genuine snort of mirth.] Sorry, Mister Muraki, but I'm a Captain. [Pirate captain. This is an honest answer - because he is and he does. It also might be a little misleading, because a doctor, a fighter, a man with tattoos, a man of the sea, a man who finds being called beautiful strange... it might indicate something else now, with admission of his rank. Some kind of military. And it isn't uncommon for military doctors to be ranked 'Captain'. Glancing over his shoulder, smiling.] Do you?
[He is teasing you. Whether or not you are a criminal is unclear, but he would not be surprised if you were. Not with the type of vibes you are sending out. And really... that doesn't matter.
(Except, the part of his mind points out, buried under the affection... unless they were certain types of crimes. There is a lot he can tolerate and accept and even applaud - pirate - but some things...
No.)
As to what he wants... he'd rather touch you himself, than just be touched. He's simply restrained that desire for now. What he wants is outweighed by his desire to know. To understand why you're provoking such conflicting feelings.
He thinks he'll know very soon now.]
[Chuckling some more, teasing coming to full force.] A fellow caffiene addict, huh?
Oh, I have a couple, but I asked you first. What do you enjoy? Aside from tea and coffee of course.
[You'll have show him some of your cards before he shows you anymore of his.]