"I'm fine wit it," Hugh said, taking the bags off of White's hands and giving it to their new captain. "I'm guessin' we'll meet up in your room to really get to know you two?"
"What do you mean?" Ming asked, tilting his head in confusion. Johnnie looked up sleepily at the sound of Ming's voice, but could only manage a small "Blah."
"All in good time," Anto said, getting up with a heavy wince. "But we should get moved in before it turns dark. I've heard it gets dreadfully cold at night."
They all turned to Rosia, waiting for her go-ahead.
She lazily twirled her fingers in the air as she grabbed the bag with her other hand. "Sounds good to me. Go on, scurry off." She had a feeling she and Anthony would need to lag behind due to his legs. She blinked as she got an idea, though she didn't know how they'd pull it off.
Both Ming and Hugh gave her salutes and pulled their drunken partners after them, Hugh leading the way since he was the only one who knew the way. Anto leaned against Fane as soon as they started walking, a pained expression on his face.
"You said Mercedes will be joining us, right?" he asked glancing up at his partner's face.
She nodded, wrapping an arm around his waist. "Yes, but once I get a ship in my hands. She doesn't want to worry about Parris's backlash if she left with us as well. He's already lost a few good crewmembers. Losing a doctor like her might be a little much for him to accept, with that inflated but so fragile ego of his."
"They were never really his," he pointed out, pulling a face. "Hugh and White and all of them were your's. And I was only on that ship for you."
"Not initially, you weren't," she reminded him, "And I belonged to him, so in a way, they indirectly belong to him as well. Once he lost me, however, he lost his access to them." She sighed and looked up at the sky, eyes fluttering closed. Her lashes brushed her cheeks, slightly quivering from her eyes moving beneath her lids. "What are the chances of us being able to steal a horse here?"
"I think we've caused enough trouble for today, sweetheart," he said with a knowing smile. "Let's just deal with this for now. I'll survive, I promise."
She sighed, opening her eyes and looking over at him with a slight pout. "You're no fun," she whined softly. "I was looking forward to it too!"
"I wouldn't be able to climb onto the horse, anyways," he said, meeting her pout with an amused gleam in his eyes. "It is an impractical idea every way you look at it."
"No. It'd be faster—once you hauled your ass up there." She poked his side as her pout deepened, seeing that amusement in his eyes. "Plus, horse."
"What use would that horse have if we plan on getting a ship in the near future?" he asked, raising an eyebrow up at her. "Besides, even though it would be faster, we'd have the police force of this little town on our tails. Which isn't a good idea when we're trying to build up a crew."
"Uh, hello, it's called borrowing. I'll have someone give it back once we're done." She stuck her tongue out at him, then reached over to poke his cheek with her pinky finger. "And who says I'm going to get caught? I know how to keep my hands publically clean."
"I am forbidding you from taking someone's horse," Anthony said with finality, scrunching his face up when she poked it. "Or else I'll walk all the way to the housing without help and hurt myself in the process."
She narrowed her eyes at him, then dropped back so she was behind him. Both of her arms wrapped around his waist, her head on his shoulder, and she easily kept pace with him still. "Nope. You're not going anywhere."
"Then you aren't going anywhere either," he said, kissing her on the cheek when she sat her head on his shoulder. "Although I do appreciate the concern. How far away is the housing complex, anyways?"
(Maybe it because it has been so long since we've actually roleplayed with them, but I thing Anthony and Rosia have beaten Runner and Tess for my favorite ship between our characters)
((lmao))
"Not far," she said with a shrug. She knew the area well enough and knew that they weren't too far from the inn now. She kept her arms wrapped around him as she hummed softly, an old song she remembered from childhood.
"You are a dreadful singer," he teased playfully as their walking fell into a similar rhythm. It was actually quite pleasant, her singing, but he wasn't about to admit it. "I expected more from you."
(Bastard
Asshole
Yellow
Loud
Exceptionally tall
Erratic)
((you should keep that as a memento of my love))
She narrowed her eyes at him, but didn't stop. The words turned more coherent as she closed her eyes, letting herself imagine that she was alone with Anto to make her more comfortable.
(Should we jsut timeskip?)
In another 15 minutes, the two were at the inn Hugh had been talking about. It was hard to really study the appearance of it, since there was an absolute scene going on in front of it. Hugh, Ming, Johnnie, and White were all shouting at each other, most of their attention focused on their assumed partners. Individual words were difficult to pick out in the seemingly physical wall of voices that they were producing.
"Well, shit," Anthony said, immediately moving out of her grasp and running the best he could to try and break everything up.
Rosia cursed and darted over to the group, getting between Hugh and White because she could afford to get hit by one of them, unlike Anthony. "Knock it off!" she shouted, glaring over at the other pair as well. She attempted to push people back away from each other, trying to at least break it up enough to get things sorted out.
Anthony stepped in between Ming and Johnnie, pushing them apart with a surprising amount of strength.
"It's stupid to go with them," Ming shouted, jabbing a finger across the body of the prince and into the face of the young woman. "It's a death sentence and you know it!"
"He is right!" Hugh said, his vice not having to get very loud to carry the same power.
"Shut up!" White shouted, straining against Rosia.
