[as he does, there's a slight fizzle, and then a popping sound, and there's a sudden thin band of light--bright purple--that encircles their joined hands for all of a moment, before it vanishes.
Though it does cause Oswald to yelp and jerk his hand back away from Edward's]
[Oswald's got his hand pressed against his chest, other hand curled around it, rubbing it like that would push off the sensation, watching Edward warily for...a long moment]
...that was...very strange. We can agree on that, correct?
[and Oswald just...places his apron on the counter, wades his way through the crowd, ignoring any calls for his attention, grabs a cane and a coat on the way out and just...
leaves.
Does not look back at the tavern, even once they're outside.]
[...Boy, he really has no trouble just doing this, huh? Edward's still a little more apprehensive, but, well. In for a penny...]
This direction. I'll just lead the way.
[And he'll head on back towards the ship. It's a big one with a decently sized crew, but, well. It's too crowded for his liking. At least right now it's mostly empty. Most everyone's out drinking.]
[...he'll just, make sure not to go too fast, so Oswald can keep up with him. But they get to the ship quickly enough. He pauses, as they reach the dock.]
Well, ah. Here it is.
...I suppose I'll have to discuss this with the Captain...
[As soon as he steps on that ship, Oswald's demeanor changes. He hunches over his cane just a little more, lowering himself in stature just slightly, shoulders rounding. It isn't hard to find the Captain after that...nor is it hard to talk his way onto the ship. Somehow, it seems that the cook has decided to retire just earlier that day...so there's an open spot for a ship's cook which, after some explanation and credentials, Oswald is quickly hired into the spot.
[Yeah, Edward goes from worried, to relieved, to... squinting a little at what just went on, here. He's giving Oswald a bit of a look, still... trying to figure him out.
[the ship sways just slightly with the waves, and Oswald sucks in a slight breath, reaching out instinctively to steady himself against Edward's arm--at which point he blinks, and turns it into just tucking his hand into Edward's elbow]
[Edward immediately freezes up at the contact, tense. And it's a few moments before he comes back to himself and realizes that Oswald just spoke.]
Ah... Of course. This way.
[He'll lead him down below deck, then, and show Oswald around the various areas. It's not the nicest ship, but it's... certainly livable. There's worse places to be.]
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[Oh, do they need to do the social pleasantries properly? Ugh, he hates that. Fine. Fine, he'll take his hand to shake, then.
If he must.]
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Though it does cause Oswald to yelp and jerk his hand back away from Edward's]
What on Earth--!?
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W-What the hell--?!
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...that was...very strange. We can agree on that, correct?
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...Very.
[what the FUCK]
Perhaps... not just a con, then.
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Alright! Alright. Okay. No, you didn't. [Oswald blows out a breath]
Well, I guess there's no turning back now. [and he's turning to open the door] Let's get out of here.
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[...okay, this is. happening now? sure. sure! okay. this is all very quick.]
Alright, then. Let's.
[he'll follow through the door, then.]
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leaves.
Does not look back at the tavern, even once they're outside.]
Right. So, where's this ship?
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This direction. I'll just lead the way.
[And he'll head on back towards the ship. It's a big one with a decently sized crew, but, well. It's too crowded for his liking. At least right now it's mostly empty. Most everyone's out drinking.]
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Well, ah. Here it is.
...I suppose I'll have to discuss this with the Captain...
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It'll do, I suppose. It at least doesn't look like it's about to fall apart.
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[he's a little amused]
The ship is... fine. Too busy and run by an idiot, but fine enough. We won't go down and drown or anything.
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gonna hurry behind him, he's a little worried about this.]
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It's almost too easy, really. Suspiciously so.]
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Maybe this was a mistake...?]
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Well. That was a convenient coincidence. [d r y. there's a flicker of displeasure in his face] How nice.
[He huffs] You'll show me around, though~?
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["Destiny", right? Ugh.]
...Mhm. I guess I can do that. This is the best time to be doing it, since most of the crew's still out.
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Well? Give me the grand tour, then.
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Ah... Of course. This way.
[He'll lead him down below deck, then, and show Oswald around the various areas. It's not the nicest ship, but it's... certainly livable. There's worse places to be.]
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