Evil sock in a box
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- Posted: Wed, 07 Mar 2012 07:25:24 +0000
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Did his words make him angry?
Did Chuck care?
AHA! NO.
He did enjoy the shame, fed on it really. Shame meant a weakness and Chuck had none but it was nice know what to poke at, even if it was his captain.Watching the man tumble to the deck with clear satisfaction pressed on his lips. Chuck was happy to walk away, his dominance displayed. Sure he could walk about but what was that? Turning his head aside curious of the foreign look. Ah, defiance again; just what he liked to see. Heart fluttered eyeing the man and attempting to stifle his grin.
He couldn't.
Teeth pared, tongue lashed out with a click. Did he want a kiss now. First mate lean in feeling the warmth of his breath bounce back over his cheeks. C'mere Chuck'll give you a kiss. Hm? Chuck didn't speak foreign but it didn't sound nice and he could read that much in the man's demeanor. He was cocky, to hell bent a fight and with little ole him. "Tsk." Chuck took took the lack of English as a lack of balls, why not let all th kids in on the joke. Hm? Chuck would have shared a fist back.
The shoulder received a low grunt and jerk of the arm. Twisting his head "You should show me, some respect." His voice thick like gasoline and gravel. "[******** mutt.
Oh look at least Baloo was on his side. Always playing the victim Chuck, it was easy wasn't it.Eyes flickered down to the small hand, gently snatching it away.It wasn't the felines fault their captain was a whore and laid with dogs. Chuck clucked his teeth and sneering as he watched the man retreat. That's right be on your merry little way, he was nothing but a slave after all and Chuck was better than that, on most day and this just wasn't one of those days. He couldn't hold the men look hearing Baloo defend him, honestly what would he do in a fight. Chuck huffed, half laughing at the entire thing. A nod and wave of his hand dismissed squirrely blue love bug not before taking note of the adorable sound his sneezes made.
Honest as ever.
Pinching he worn leather and sweeping it under his nose he have it a good whiff with a shrug. s**t smelled fine but a bath sounded better. That thing touched him and he could just feel the hives and the tingle of infection. He needed to be cleaned. Biting his cheek to keep the twisting at bay he walked off to his room, passing Be with a flat, "captain."
Once he was free from the deck his shoulder slumped, tired. Pressing a hand to wake of the door and stepping on the hell of his boot he kicked it free then went the other. "What are you doing?" Eatting sop now? Toes wiggled on array of Persian carpets, not recalling where he stole them from.He shrugged off the worn leather carelessly letting it pool around his feet as he approached his prepared bath and attendant. Reaching over his hand and taking hold of the light fabric, a grunt pulled the cloth free and tossed it with the coat and boots. His body of course well muscles, more defined than most of the crew and riddled with scares of a time before his deal, there were to many to recall all the stories.Giving his head a scratching and undoing the line of buttons that held his trousers up, he let his flatten around his feet and at last he was free.
Kicking a foot over the small tube, shiver shivered at the new warmth. Back slumped as his other foot came into the warm water, lowering himself with a blissful sigh he threw his arms aside and threw a leg out.