SECOND ANNUAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY! (Open RP)

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley awoke, not in his comfortable bed inside Club 33, but disoriented and hung over on a bench in front of the castle, an empty bottle of rum still clutched in one hand, mouth fuzzy, and head pounding.

"Ngk."

He brought up the other hand to guard his bleary, uncovered eyes from the glaring sun. It took him a moment to realize that there was a great deal more frilly sleeve around his wrist than there should be. After a perfectly still moment, Crowley ever so cautiously moved his hand down slightly to discover a mustache and double braided beard.

"Bugger."

It wasn't what he meant to say.

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[vowtoprotect.livejournal.com]

Kurogane smiled a bit, himself. "Come on," he said. "We dasn't need t' be wanderin' around like this. Let's hade aft homeport before things get any more mad-like." ... He was glad he wasn't going to have to get too used to this.

[whistlingwizard.livejournal.com]

"Aye aye!" Fay latched onto Kurogane's arm again, smiling quite cheerfully now. The kissing had lifted his spirits, and, well, this wasn't going to last forever, was it? The park just had an unsettling sense of humour.

"I t'ink I will make a pirate cake!" Fay said cheerfully, "t' celebrate!"

[vowtoprotect.livejournal.com]

"... What th' hell would a pirate cake be?" He couldn't even imagine that. Apparently Fay had a better imagination than he did.

[whistlingwizard.livejournal.com]

"A nautical sort of cake!" Fay answered brightly. "Come, let's be off!"

[vowtoprotect.livejournal.com]

Nautical cake? Kurogane hoped that meant blue, and not any number of other weird things it could possibly mean. "Fine, fine," he sighed, but he reluctance didn't mean much when he wrapped his arm around Fay's, as well, and walked him back to the cafe.