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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Dec 29, 2013 6:55:47 GMT
"No, I certainly meant what I had said. Every last word of it."
She opened her mouth to object, yet she knew it would be futile. He had put enough distance between them to spare himself of her rebuttal.
They arrived at the ship in an instant, swooping onto the deck and quickly dismounting. The Iduneus, she noticed, had scattered, soon followed by Calder's inevitable exclamation.
"That's fucking right! Run back to your rooms, children!"
"Er... rest up!" She called after them. Pointless, considering they had long since fled from Calder's wrath.
He verbally clouted a nearby Tiro. You! Retrieve two large cups of green tea and some of the tomato-basil-fish-soupy shit that the officers had last night! TWO OF THEM." The Tiro seemed frozen by the sudden order. Freya braced herself for the double dosage. "DID I FUCKING STUTTER? MOVE!"
"Please! If you aren't busy," She squeaked, the Tiro oblivious to her inaudible words.
The Vetr sighed, proceeding into the quaint establishment before them. It was relatively empty - no thanks to the Pryfektus's outburst. She didn't mind it too much, though. It was much more appealing when it wasn't overwhelmed by talkative Tiros and the occasional drunk. Still, she wasn't entirely sure how to feel about Calder. Their current "acquaintanceship" was just recently spawned, although she had been receiving relatively good vibes from it. He was quite an excellent fighter, not to mention his sharp wits and quick tongue. Perhaps she had been wrong? Deceived by her own misconception? He seemed like a caged lion, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to stick her hand in his pen.
The Tiro returned in a swift manner. She set down the requested foodstuffs, pulling away quickly. "Thank you," Freya chirped, unsure if the girl had heard her.
Tags: Calder Raoul Inspiration: Notes: EHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEH TONGUE Table made by Kyvestra.
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