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She had sought out Chance because she had something for him. The trainee tracked him down, informed the other of this, and in no time at all had made the journey back to her room with him in tow. Claude's hand fell in the handle, and she paused there, before glancing back at Chance. For a moment she looked like she might want to say something, but then brushed it off.

Oh well.

She opened the door, and left it open as she strode in.

"You can come in." She called back to Chance over her shoulder, and then glanced to see if the other one was here.

Chance had been accosted shanghaied by Claude to hang out, or at least that was what he had assumed when she'd shown up at his door with the request that he accompany her back to her own room. Rolling out of bed, he hadn't bothered to change out of the clothes he was currently in - which consisted of a pair of black leggings and a white shirt with silver stars printed over it that hung just past his hips.

Clearly he hadn't been joking about the whole clothing thing. He also hadn't put on shoes to go visit Claude, which meant that he was padding barefoot down the hallway.

"Are there going to be snacks when we get there?" he asked jokingly, as Claude stepped into her room. A familiar voice echoed out, however, and one that was not female, but, in fact, male. Chance peered around the edge of the doorway, and a smile crossed his face.

"Ah, I see we have the Tin Man in his natural habitat," he said, leaning against the doorframe. He tried to put his hands into his pockets, only to remember that he didn't have any, and folded his arms across his chest instead, raising his brows.

"Didn't want to squat in the basement or something? I hear it's totally chill down there."

"Rum cake?" Cameron quirked a brow at Claude, the look was suddenly sent to Chance and the smirk returning. "This isn't a free show." He added and rested his hands on the unbuttoned jean hips.

"Chill...y, damp, dark, smelly and the bathrooms are s**t." He shrugged, "Dorothy over here has been nice enough to let me set up a little spot till another room opens up. Or I get promoted or bang some full hunter and get their room or something. You should let me stay over Chance." He grinned, "I'll bring my cuddly cute pajamas." This was reference now to the clothes Chance was wearing.

"Do we have a impromptu meeting of friendly time here?" He moved over to Claude and bent down, "And you have rum cake?"

"I wouldn't say nice." Claude amended. "You wouldn't go away unless I agreed, and the easier of the two solutions was to agree." How did the pirate get pirated...hm. "What have you done to earn rum cake, Cabana Boy?" Claude asked Cameron, since Chance had been promoted to Master Gunner (and if they went fishing, Master Baiter). She dipped a bit under the weight of Chance as he used her and Cameron as leverage, and by that time she already had her hands on the box she wanted.

"The booze doesn't need to be found." She told the hunter on her bed. "I always know right where it is." With the box in her hands, Claude finally stood up and peered down at Chance on her bed. It would have been a prime opportunity to crack a joke of an explicit nature, but she passed for now. Instead, Claude placed the box on Chance's back and left it there.

"Belated birthday." Was all she said, and how she knew...she was keeping it a secret. Inside the box was a constellation projector for a bed room.

She then turned to look at Cameron.

"What would you do for some rum cake?"

Chance just stayed where he was on the bed, flopped as comfortably as possible.

"Right, right," he said, waving a hand lazily without looking up. "I forgot. As a pirate, you have some sort of sixth sense as to where good booze is all the time, right? Some sort of requirement to be a boss a** pirate. That, and wearing killer jewelry," he added, the glint of silver on his fingers indicating that he was, in fact, still wearing said jewelry from said pirate.

Something plopped onto his back, and it wasn't a person. Chance twisted his head around to find a box, as well as a birthday wish, and he reached around, plucked up the box, and flipped onto his back to give the thing in his hands a suspicious sort of look.

"Oh," he said, blinking slowly and sleepily. "I kind of forgot about that."

Which was the truth. Chance tugged at the lid, and pulled out what was inside, turning the star projector over in his hands. A broad smile crossed his face, and he looked like a little kid who'd just been handed his favorite sort of cookie.

"This is badass," he declared, and tucked it carefully back into the box so as to not break it. "Thanks, captain."

To Cameron's offer, Chance rolled his eyes sideways at the other, his smile becoming something more of an amused smirk.

"Such a generous offer," he said lightly, and then he added, in a deliberately innocent tone, "You're such a kind and giving person, Tin Man. But how do you know that such a thing is actually worth it's weight?"

"The usual reaction to it, Chance, is to plug it in. Don't let a good-" he held his hands out like a eager child as cake was thrown his way. There was just a little awkward moment where he opened the box, took a sniff and then closed it. Eyes shut behind the rims of his glasses and he exhaled.

"The food of the pirate goddess. Rare and said to bring a lucky man one night of pleasurable full belly and sweet tooth cravings laid to rest." He set the box down though, intending full well to enjoy the treat later and thought of how to answer the two. "Cursed for the rest of your life to servitude though I am sure. That's how pirate treasure works." He shrugged and look over his shoulder at Chance.

He was quiet for a moment, as he tapped a long finger on his leg and then smirked.

"Beyond that we barely know each other, I already offer the worth of finding something new about somebody you are clearly interested in. If you weren't, I wouldn't be here." He leaned back, fully comfortable with the confidence he spoke in. "But here I am, so apparently I am worth something to both of you." For how long? Who knew. "So you tell me, Am I worth a night of company?"

Seriously, he just exuded cockiness while managing a small smile the whole time.

"I like you, Chance. Some days." Claude mused, jokingly, of course. She liked him all the time, hands down. She wouldn't spend so much time with him if she didn't. "First you call me princess, and now I'm a goddess? You started off on the wrong foot." She clucked her tongue, and then nodded a bit. "Yes. Eternal servitude." She affirmed with a nod, and then quirked a brow at the cockiness that was Cameron Towers. Claude, for the time being, remained silent. Amused. Her eyes flicked between Cameron and Chance, and she was picking up on something she hadn't seen in Chance yet before. Curious.

"Maybe we just have a kind bone in our bodies." Claude mused, idly, before she settled her gaze on Cameron. "You're pushing this rather hard." She observed. "You just met us, and you're trying to get in our pants without even knowing us yet...Chance is a psychopath and I could be a sociopath."

"Shut up, loser, you like me all days," was Chance's lazy reply as he shifted to slide his arms beneath his head, closing his eyes. He looked entirely too comfortable as he lay there, letting out a little hum. "She is right, though," he added, without opening them. "I am indeed a psychopath."

Cameron's less-than-shameless attitude was mildly intriguing, even to Chance, especially since there was a distinct lack of caring coming from the other man. Chance pulled a hand out from beneath his head and ran his fingers absently through his hair, settling them in the dark curls.

"Well, the well-endowed thing is certainly just from observation and less so actual experience," he said amiably. "But I appreciate the confidence nonetheless."

Considering that he had, in fact, never cared about the formalities of actual relationships as it was, Chance was more or less amused by the offer. He pushed himself up and drew a knee up to his chest, draping an arm over it and fixing Cameron with a scrutinizing sort of look.

"Tell us about yourself, Tin Man. Why so blase?"