(01-18-2015, 09:49 AM)Knight Kat Wrote: "Greetings Captain." She said in a neutral tone. "I am Ki-." She paused; almost saying her real damned name. "hm... Kihm Jakk... Son... Lieutenant Kihm Jackson."
Cap'n Distractin' raised a brow at the Keeper's stumbling over her own name, his silver eyes glittering a bit - though that could be attributed to the uneven lighting of the Kobold Korner. Still, he gave the odd little moment little more than a slight tug at the edge of his already wide grin. He had done the same when he had seen the minute twitches wrought from his playful flirtings. If nothing else, he certainly seemed to be enjoying the Miqo'te's presence at his table.
"A pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant," the pirate captain responded cheerfully, a booted foot waving back and forth playfully. "Quite the pleasure indeed. I assume you already know who I am, but in the name of gentlemanly courtesy, please allow me to introduce myself as well."
Rolling his head lazily backward a bit to rest languidly on his left shoulder, Distractin' gazed downward across the contours of his own face and across the table towards her. One hand unfurled from behind his head again, whirling about in a flourish a couple times before gesturing grandly towards himself. Again, his silver eyes seemed to glimmer.
"They call me distracting, and I suppose that is quite true," he chuckled as he raised his free hand so as to tap lightly on a cherub-like cheek with one finger. "Yet that is also the name to which I have taken to calling myself: Distractin'. Cap'n Distractin', if I may be so bold as to title myself such. A professional - if precociously playful - popoto of a pirate with a debonair flair to bewitch and ensnare, which I always care to share to be perfectly fair. Here, there, or anywhere, the whole world is but a stage upon which I cay-tair."
The fabulously-dressed and fantastically bombastic Dunesfolk folded the hand back behind his head along with the other and barked out a laugh.
"Pray forgive me, it's a bit of a stretch of pronunciation I know." He canted his head cheerfully to one side. "But I do so love to embellish my performances. For that's what I do, of course: I perform. It just so happens that members of the audience and their belongings oft get appropriated in the process, as I'm sure you and yours are fully aware."
Cap'n Distractin' seemed all the more willing to continue on in his playful, lilting banter, but halted abruptly when Kiht interlocked her fingers and chilled the tone of the conversation with her grand exhalation. The sudden change to matters more serious caused the pirate's smile to subdue somewhat - though not completely, since one would be hard-pressed to believe this lighthearted Lalafell had any other expression beyond some manner of grin - and his head rolled forward into a less haphazard position. The afro-wearing Lalafell almost seemed... disappointed by the transition, like he had expected a bit more witty banter betwixt him and his "Flame Kitten" before cutting to brass tacks. And it was this same, weaker smile that remained plastered on his features as he sat forward as well, the crate creaking again, and emulated steeple-fingered pose. Whether it was in mockery of the Keeper's stiff and proper behavior or just a position he too enjoyed when talking manners more serious was still up in the air, however.
Distractin's head canted a bit again as Kiht retrieved the letter from within her coat, his silver eyes following the envelope as it skittered across the rough wooden tabletop to rest before him. He leaned forward a bit further once it settled, resting his chin on one hand as the other sought out the missive. Holding the letter lightly between his index and middle fingers, the pirate held it up before his gaze and turned it this way and that with no apparent desire to rush into opening it and discerning the contents inscribed within. Instead, he seemed much more interested in Kiht and her two tall companions as she piped up and inquired as to the location of his crew.
"Ah, who knows where they are?" the Lalafell sighed bemusedly, spinning the envelope around in a slow, lazy circle as he spoke. "Though, I could easily ask the same of you. You would figure the Flames would be used to dealing with the seedier underbelly of Eorzea, given all the nasty rumors that circulate about them and the Blades. Still, your entourage numbered a near-dozen, and yet before me are but three. If I may be so bold as to ask..."
That Cheshire smile was back again, full force, to completely outshine the Keeper's own awkwardly forced grin.
"Where, oh where might the rest of them be?"
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