Most of them ate while some went straight to the bar. By the time they finished, the crew was starving and exhausted, so everyone flocked to the taverns.
They were sailing for Endgand, but an emergency supply run made them take a mooring at Reneed Harbor. The bet that began with a few foolish words from a drunk daemons mouth. Rokurou did this to himself when he made that bet.” For now, let’s enjoy dinner and a show tonight! Everyone else took off their work to see this happen.” She then pointed to Eleanor. “I’d like to have some of that quiche of yours again sometime too.” “I’d like some Mabo Curry!” The boy exclaimed. “Yeesh! Even Northgand is warmer than this crowd!”Įven Velvet agreed that this was a little overboard. “I don’t really care,” was all Velvet said. “That won’t be the case.” Knowing Rokurou he’d probably cut everything into itty-bitty pieces. What do you think he’ll make tonight? I could go for a medium marbled steak, then Even a bowl of mushroom cream soup, and top it off with some nice bread pudding.” "Hopefully, he does dinner better than he cleans up in that. I just don’t think the dress is that amusing.” “Is it the dress? See, I told you we should’ve gone with a maid's outfit.” Velvet just watched and said nothing, watching the witch complain to an exorcist. “Not as much as the evening,” Eleanor reported as modest as ever. The witch didn’t need to nap at a time like this anyway. “Because of all the commotion going on, I can't get any beauty sleep.” It was also a good day to do any cleaning, though today it was only Rokurou doing all the work. Today was a pleasant day to be on the sea, gentle breezes carrying the flags and sails, small rolling waves caressing the ship’s hull, and the sun blushing while descending for the night, leaving a glinting trail on the water. Eleanor found the sight both hilarious and pitiful and had to fight the urge to burst into laughter, settling for giggling in her hand. The dress cinched at the waist, defined his muscles underneath at the chest, and would reveal what should remain hidden if he bent over too much or the windswept the cloth upwards. Everyone made sure not to make any remarks around him though, afraid to add cleaning up blood to his chore list.Įleanor leaned on the bulwark atop deck watching the humiliated swordsman as he mopped. While he swept and wiped up with a grin, his eyes begged for anyone to tell him this was an illusion, or to end his shame. It wasn't hard to understand why, when you spot Rokurou Rangestu cleaning the ship, all the while wearing a lilac dress and ribbon in his jet black hair. The crew laughed and snickered above and below decks, even hollering among a few. The Van Eltia, while usually filled with the pirates’ caterwaul, is in total uproar tonight.
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