[Open] All that to hide the fact that he's a rogue. Yes, he's a rogue! Don't be deceived!

[dominateartimus]

Who: Sandrath & you?
What: A fallen arch-angel just wandering around the ship, poking his nose where it doesn't belong on certain decks.
When: All day November 18th
Where: Around the Black Tide.
Warnings: Will update if things change.
Notes: Brackets or prose is fine, will match.
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The dark haired man could be found around various decks through-out the day. Maybe you spotted him playing some mini-golf or down in the library, mindlessly wandering the aisles while reading an unusual book; or perhaps down on deck 7 admiring the aquatic or avian life.

But around lunch and dinner time, he's in the food court on deck 6 acquiring a tray filled with food. Clearly that amount of food was too much for one man. There was a likely chance that he was bringing that tray to someone on the residential decks.

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[volatileconstructs]

Mica clicks her tongue, a disappointed sound. "That is too bad," she said, "It would seem I have underestimated you. Hm. Pity." And he looked like the fun sort too.

She smiles and adjusts the tool belt to keep it from slipping further down her hips.

"Perhaps," she says and laughs, "But I could use a hand." And as she walks, she bumps her hip against his.

[dominateartimus]

"Really? What makes you say that?" You have his attention, Mica. "Did all that blood from our attackers turn you off?"

He couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of killing all those chipmunks again. That was fun. Although messing with the Nameless would probably result with another warning or punishment, but he had been admiring the 'mermaids' down on deck 7.

When she bumps him, he returns the nudge with a sway of his own hips as he asks, "With what?"

[volatileconstructs]

"Hardly, amor. You are certainly an adventurous sort. At least you seemed that way."

He'd killed a Nameless despite the warning to leave them be and had suffered the Captain's attention with a fair amount of grace she wouldn't have expected out of the cattle. She is impressed. Very impressed.

But he would never know it. "But I can't think that now, can I? If you are staying out of trouble."

She turns a corner and reaches for him by the hem of his shirt to pull him to her.

"Three guesses is how it goes usually, non?"

[dominateartimus]

He waits for Mica's answer and looks a little hurt at the implication that he had lost his adventurous spirit. "I am, but I've had my hands full with looking after my sister. She was traumatized from the chipmunk attack and hasn't left her room since."

It wasn't a total lie. Tammy had been taking up a lot of his time with constantly bringing her food, giving several reassurances about the boat and making sure she falls asleep without issue each night. Granted, that last one wasn't unusual for him since he had been doing that for years before he got a vessel.

When she grabs his shirt and yanks him around the corner, he's flush right up against her. He couldn't help but chuckle and grin down at her.

"I take it one of them doesn't involve the 'cleaning of your pipes'? You obviously want me for something and judging from our current positions, you want sex."

[volatileconstructs]

There is a pause in Mica's confident gait, a stutter in her swagger as she moved down the hall. San's words had awakened an ache in her heart that she'd thought long dead and forgotten. There were no more tears to cry. That life was long gone. But there were phantom pains that still lingered, for lives she wished desperately she could've saved.

She smiles at San, a genuine and pleased smile. "Good. Keep her close."

He had no way of knowing it, but that simple act had been nearly enough to endear him to Mica. She knew better than to get too close to the cattle. But...

Well there was no rule against fraternizing was there? She didn't think so.

Her smile slips into something a little more sly when he is flush against her. Her fingers bunch his shirt and tug him down until he is closer to her level.

"Very blunt, I like that. Your place or mine?"

[dominateartimus]

"Oh, I will." He reassures her with a smile of his own.

The second tug of his shirt causes him to be more level with her and only a few inches away from her face. It was clear he was quite amused by the rough treatment and didn't seem to mind it.

"Hm... Where is 'your place', if I may ask?"

[volatileconstructs]

"That is one of my secrets, amor," she purrs and brushes a kiss along his jaw.

There were plenty of places off limits to the passengers, but she'd find a nook she could drag him into. She had plenty of those.

"But if you really want to see, then you meet me on deck six tonight, yes?"

[dominateartimus]

"Why am I not surprised?" He asks with a chuckle, not minding the kiss along his jaw. "But, I promise to meet you on deck 6. Should I be anywhere in particular or stay by the elevators?"

Although he wouldn't be surprised if they slipped off to the adult section of the marketplace before hand.

[volatileconstructs]

She finally releases his shirt and pushes him back so they might go about their day.

"Mm. Go where you please. Don't worry, I'll find you."

[dominateartimus]

It takes him a moment to regain his footing before adjusting his shirt with a smirk.

"All right then. See you tonight, Mica." Was his reply before giving her a wink and a wave of farewell as he turns to leave.