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☼Truth be told, other than a ferry when he was young, the boy had absolutely no seafaring experience. This was going to be a bit new and exciting for him. Almost like a pirate, but together with others. Hopefully this wouldn't lead to... He could only imagine the horrors of the possibilities. He was pretty sure it wouldn't lead to that, and he'd try to keep others in line if it did. Whether or not he was slightly perverted himself.

He gave a light smile to Tasuki at his attitude - it was a bit amusing, and he couldn't help but enjoy it. It seemed to him to be a cool exterior, but fiery interior. It seemed to fit, too.

His smile widened when Link gave his opinion on meeting people. It was true, he was slightly perverted; although he felt that'd been changing lately a bit.

He almost snorted slightly when Link upchucked - it was almost comical how it happened. He held his arms up and over his chest masculinely as he took in the information he was given.☼

"Sounds good, I know exactly what you mean Link, and I'll nap when I feel it's appropriate. And it's nice to meet both of you as well - Tasuki, Link."

☼He gave a slight nod to both of them in turn. He tried his hardest to tell the truth about whether or not he liked doing something as well. It also helped because it tended to show a person that he cared enough to do something he disliked. Even if they felt it was a bad attitude, he thought it was good.

Andrew couldn't help but admire the man for that.☼

"Sorry to hear you lost your job by the way - that's rough. But now you got a new one, so that's good I suppose! What did you used to do for a living?"

☼He asked curiously, but he quickly added.☼

"Oh, and my name's Andrew by the way - you can call me that or Clark. And if you don't mind Tasuki, I'd appreciate it if you helped keeping things on the ship warm, among other things, without starting a fire. We're starting in the cold season, so it's going to be freezing at night. You can get started now - just find where you're the most help to people."

☼A broad smile was on his face, and after looking to Tasuki and finishing his small speech, his attention was mainly focused on Link's answer to his question, because it'd help determine where to focus him mainly. He also felt a bit curious - what was it Link loved so much that losing it would drive him to drink?☼

What about conjuring?
What concludes you as out? Knock out, Death? Surrender? HEad pounding in? Pins? Taps? Margarines? Immobilizations? Checkmates?

`His hand reached under his trench coat, which would fall down to rest just above the ground, which his crossed feet, combat boots rested on. His back against the poll, leaning on it, and his hands produced a lighter. A flip open lighter, inscribed on it, "なら". His mouth produced a small cigarette, as he coughed once, caching the base in his lips and flipping open the lighters lid, lighting it to start the cigarette chain. He flipped the lighter shut, his pale hands, with clean black fingernails, returning to it his pocket. He breathed out one large puff of smoke, blowing it, on purpose, into the announcers face.`

(("Jumping over and into the arena where he would lean up against the corner post." Into, Bill... Into))
o.o; `He would blink.`

`Blinks at the new guy and smiles, standing up straight and moving a little to the right, then the left. His boots clanking against the floor softly as he moved, sturdily approaching, almost flanking the man, but staying a reasonable distance away.`
Hello there, whats your name?
`His fingers would raise to his mouth, pointer and middle gripping the cigarette and bringing it down, blowing out.`
Why are you here? Dont get paid enough back at home?
`He would look around, he didnt see much of anything useful, at least nothing he could use without causing a little damage to the bar... a big nono.

Hey, C'mon, just because where fighting in a friendly little sport, it doesnt mean we cant get to know eachother.
`With his words, the cigarette moved up and down in his mouth, his hands pulling up as he got a little closer. His red eyes focusing on the under-eyes of the man standing before him. His last word, eachother, had a small amount of extra umph to it, caused by the proper exhalation when he would launch a kick. It was a bad kick, not really, quite perfectly executed. But anyone who was in the art of street fighting would know that this was a bad kick. His hard black leather boots, heavy and rough in texture would be launched at the fighters side of the face, leaning back and keeping his shoulders closed in a good stance. In a one on one fight it was uncommon to start with high kicks like this, because its too easy to see coming, and block, compared to low kicks, where the foot hardly enters sight.`

((Lol, and crotch shots ARNT Cheap?))
`He would, upon the approach of the leg that was headed twords his crotch, hurl himself in the air. He wasnt too heavy, for the man to hold up, and with the form, and his light weight, he could dangle in the air a little, his heavy boots now on each of the others shoulders. His hands crossed at his chest and his trench coat hanging down by the weight of the various charms ((Not to mention the liquid from earlier)) Held in its pockets. He was breathing out in long deep breaths of smoke, and you could see his breaths pushing down against the ground, as thick as the smoke was, and pushing against the ground and deflecting, rolling up in various directions, almost looking as if it was holding him up.`
Ok, Gerald no-last-name. Whats your next move?
`He would blow out more of the thick, intoxicant smog from his mouth.`