Ryanti was able to differentiate Pamido’s wardrobe from that of the rest of the crew. His mind wandered about the importance of the middle aged man that had guided them to the mess hall. What facts he gained were that the people of this ship had many stories notched onto their belts. There were centuries of history to experience if all of their stories were combined into one life. He was especially eager to try to learn as much from them as he could. Not just about their lifestyles or any advice they could give, but to also learn more about this vast, all-encompassing world.
He had spent seventeen years of his life within a single compound, and another three within Ul’Dah’s city limits. His heart had yearned to find his own path among the vast open opportunities Eorzea provided. To make up for spending so much time alone by learning as much as he could as fast as he could. Were he to have had more time, he would have wanted to pick Pamido’s brain as well. But right now, his stomach ruled his thinking process.
Fortythree paused for a moment when he had made his statement of good humor with a dash of threat. “O-of course. Of course we will, yes!†He chimed with a happy smile. Jonathan raised an eyebrow at his compatriot, wondering to himself if he would ever be able to understand the relationship Lalafells had with… other Lalafells.
Eightyfive gave herself a huge yawn, stretching her arms and being rather surprised along with Ryanti that anyone decided to wave back at him. He was grateful for that. At least one person decided to wave back. That was something.
He had thanked himself prior for being used to the ‘outsider’ role. He had it when he was a child, when he was in the Barracks, and now made himself company among an entire group of them so… this was no different, right?
The young man had glanced around him when Sounsyy casted her judgement. Was it really that bad? He thought he looked like a picture perfect sailor! Ah but what did he know about trying to look like something he just wasn’t. Still though, it wasn’t like he never wanted to know what it would feel like to be one. His sensitive ears picked up on the snickering, and he blinked in a rather surprised manner when he returned his gaze forward and found Sounsyy right up on him with that stare of hers.
“Oh… “ Ryanti murmured in realization when she placed her hands on his collar. Too proper. He had always been proper, and it was challenging not to be. He did not understand why so many despised it out in the open. To dress nice. To give his body some measure of dignity. He wondered if they would have thought the same about his choice of dress outside of the mission. Probably.
Ryanti hid his glance from Sounsyy as she made her adjustments. He was afraid what his expression would look like if he stared back at her being so close, especially after he remembered her face from the night before. Though his aquamarine eye did occasionally steal a glance.
His skin was pale, but not in a sickly way. It was his natural skin tone, betraying his family’s lineage from the North and East, as that was what he had inherited. His eyes brushed across the sight of the Lalafell bowing to another round of humor from the crew, knowing that they were getting a kick out of this. That, combined with the Captain’s hands manipulating his neckline, made his ears tighten up a little. He had hoped that the blood would have rushed into his ears, instead of his cheeks.
Nice job, noble grape.
Eightyfive snickered in a rather evil manner at all this, being the first one to hop onto a bar stool four spaces down from the Captain after she gave them what would probably be their favorite order: eat! Jonathan had been watching all of this with a smug, rough smile. He had a very shell-blasted face like a good amount of Sounsyy's crew did, though he had earned his stripes elsewhere beyond the sea in a place rather more familiar to the Captain than she knew. He grabbed Fortythree underneath his arms and lifted the panicking Lalafell onto a bar stool three seats down from Sounsyy. “Heyheyeheyheyheyheyhe-!! .. oh. Thank you.†Fortythree said in half embarrassment.
Jonathan said nothing and quietly sat himself down next to him. Ryanti, having been the closest to the Captain since she had messed with his wardrobe a tad, was given the fate of seating himself right next to Sounsyy. He wiped a hand through his hair and scooted up a bit more towards the bartop, finally meeting gazes with her though right when he did, the four noticed the dramatic entrance of the Qiqirin!
“Holy crap it’s a Qiqi- Qique-.... yeah!†Eightyfive mentioned right in the middle of stumbling over her words at the delightful surprise. Pretty much every single one of the four except for Jonathan were either surprised or dumbfounded at the sight of the man. Fortythree ha’d to himself in amusement, while Ryanti could not help but chuckle at the way he spoke, curiously eyeing the coins in his ears.
Eightyfive went after the comfort food, preferring starches and meats mostly. Fortythree found his Vylabrand calling with the Lominsian anchovies in particular, and the poached eggs and bred with some turtle meat. He was the one that had the strange tastes.
Jonathan and Ryanti went after a healthier pattern, choosing the quiche stuffed with vegetables and the omelettes stuffed with similar veggies and greens. The only meat they ate concerned the dodo breasts and the egg of the omelette. They both had a slice of bread that they ate only with the veggies. They started with the veggies and starch, then ate the meat after. For the protein and to feel full.
Both of course would have preferred to eat like Eightyfive, but not while on the job. Eightyfive just had this magical quality about herself to eat –anything- and be just fine. Although all of them generously accepted the water and had themselves all of what was in the bottles. “Thank you so much, Cwaenlona. You’re a lifesaver.†Ryanti mentioned. He had warmed up to her a bit since he had witnessed her tend to others and wave back to him.
He could not help but smile fully when everyone else cheered after Susuroon’s mini-speech. He transferred that warm smile in the direction of the Captain, though he was met with a rather odd glance about him and Jonathan that made him think for a moment. After peering at Sounsyy’s dark blots under her eyes and her lack of speaking to the both of them, he sighed a little. It was not long after that he felt a finger tap his shoulder. It was his boss.
“So who is going to be the one to talk to her about it?†Jonathan asked Ryanti with a whisper. The young Veanysus turned his attention to his boss by shifting his body to the center of the stool and peering to his right. After swallowing what he had in his mouth, he answered him back. “Do you think she saw it too?â€
“She chose to see. So she –will- have seen.†Jonathan simply said. “She will approach one of us today at some point. It is natural for her to. She is not yet familiar with the very nature of what we handle.â€
“Well… “ Ryanti thought for a moment, keeping to himself in a moment of thought as he took a nice healthy swig from his waterskin. “She will probably approach you. After all, you are her equivalent in this joint operation.â€
“Hmm.†Jonathan mused to himself, taking a small bite out of a single piece of his dodo meat. “Perhaps.†Although the skeptical tone could be heard in his voice, as if the boss knew a thing or two about people though was obviously hiding something from Ryanti. The snowhaired Miqo’te returned that statement with a contorted face. Though spotting the Qiqirin checking on them did take his mind off of the subject. “Hey Susuroon! Where are those foreign currencies from! On your ears?†Few things would take Ryanti’s mind off of something besides wanting to know something else. So there was that question he had wanted to ask him.
“Oh. My. GOODNESS! This is SO GOOD!†Eightyfive exclaimed, in the middle of her little food orgasm. It was no question what one of her passions were: eating. She leaned a little forward, putting her arms out in front of her dish as if she was meaning to hug it. “I’m in heaven!†Of course she had spent the last three days eating cold rations, but to the other three, it actually –was- a nice meal.
“You make well of what you have here. This is a loving meal for the circumstance.†Fortythree insisted.
They all intently listened when Sounsyy gave out their roles for the voyage. Some more than others, as Eightyfive had both cheeks full of … whatever it could be while her tight eyes glanced in Sounsyy’s direction. She was eating much quicker than Ryanti and Jonathan who ate at a normal pace. Fortythree was taking time sampling it seemed, creating a ‘meal’ out of sampling every piece of everything on the cart. “Suddenly, I don’t think I have an appetite… “ Fortythree said solemnly after hearing what he would be doing. A diligent magi having to… sweep the floors?
Meanwhile, Eightyfive’s feistiness once again came out over the mentioning of her role. “Helpin’ Sir Noble Grape manage the shite that helps him to blow shite up? Hell yeah!â€
Ryanti was delightfully pleased at the idea of his role. Wow, so he would be climbing the ship and everything? He did remember enjoying his time with P’welro too. He hoped she wouldn’t mind him starting conversation while working. So he would get to know what it was like to becoming a sailor after all? “I’m excited. I can’t wait to see how it w-“
“-ill be like to spend another day with P’welro?~†Eightyfive chimed while downing the last bits of crust from her quiche.
“Will you stop shoving words into my mouth!†Ryanti shouted at her, partially annoyed and a little embarrassed at her making all of these damn rib jokes at him. “Nope.†Eightyfive deadpanned, drinking the last of her waterskin with a complimentary “T-aaahhh!â€
When it came time to ask questions, all but Jonathan began to open their mouths, but the leader of the group whom had been quietly enjoying his meal set his plate down with a noise that shut all three of them up. He cleared his throat solemnly, and like a mid-thirties farmboy that was pleased with a well-rounded breakfast, he smirked mildly at Sounsyy with a sparkle of thank you in his eyes through the patches of his rough face. “No ma’aaaam.†He drawed out. “My men are ready to work!â€
He had spent seventeen years of his life within a single compound, and another three within Ul’Dah’s city limits. His heart had yearned to find his own path among the vast open opportunities Eorzea provided. To make up for spending so much time alone by learning as much as he could as fast as he could. Were he to have had more time, he would have wanted to pick Pamido’s brain as well. But right now, his stomach ruled his thinking process.
Fortythree paused for a moment when he had made his statement of good humor with a dash of threat. “O-of course. Of course we will, yes!†He chimed with a happy smile. Jonathan raised an eyebrow at his compatriot, wondering to himself if he would ever be able to understand the relationship Lalafells had with… other Lalafells.
Eightyfive gave herself a huge yawn, stretching her arms and being rather surprised along with Ryanti that anyone decided to wave back at him. He was grateful for that. At least one person decided to wave back. That was something.
He had thanked himself prior for being used to the ‘outsider’ role. He had it when he was a child, when he was in the Barracks, and now made himself company among an entire group of them so… this was no different, right?
The young man had glanced around him when Sounsyy casted her judgement. Was it really that bad? He thought he looked like a picture perfect sailor! Ah but what did he know about trying to look like something he just wasn’t. Still though, it wasn’t like he never wanted to know what it would feel like to be one. His sensitive ears picked up on the snickering, and he blinked in a rather surprised manner when he returned his gaze forward and found Sounsyy right up on him with that stare of hers.
“Oh… “ Ryanti murmured in realization when she placed her hands on his collar. Too proper. He had always been proper, and it was challenging not to be. He did not understand why so many despised it out in the open. To dress nice. To give his body some measure of dignity. He wondered if they would have thought the same about his choice of dress outside of the mission. Probably.
Ryanti hid his glance from Sounsyy as she made her adjustments. He was afraid what his expression would look like if he stared back at her being so close, especially after he remembered her face from the night before. Though his aquamarine eye did occasionally steal a glance.
His skin was pale, but not in a sickly way. It was his natural skin tone, betraying his family’s lineage from the North and East, as that was what he had inherited. His eyes brushed across the sight of the Lalafell bowing to another round of humor from the crew, knowing that they were getting a kick out of this. That, combined with the Captain’s hands manipulating his neckline, made his ears tighten up a little. He had hoped that the blood would have rushed into his ears, instead of his cheeks.
Nice job, noble grape.
Eightyfive snickered in a rather evil manner at all this, being the first one to hop onto a bar stool four spaces down from the Captain after she gave them what would probably be their favorite order: eat! Jonathan had been watching all of this with a smug, rough smile. He had a very shell-blasted face like a good amount of Sounsyy's crew did, though he had earned his stripes elsewhere beyond the sea in a place rather more familiar to the Captain than she knew. He grabbed Fortythree underneath his arms and lifted the panicking Lalafell onto a bar stool three seats down from Sounsyy. “Heyheyeheyheyheyheyhe-!! .. oh. Thank you.†Fortythree said in half embarrassment.
Jonathan said nothing and quietly sat himself down next to him. Ryanti, having been the closest to the Captain since she had messed with his wardrobe a tad, was given the fate of seating himself right next to Sounsyy. He wiped a hand through his hair and scooted up a bit more towards the bartop, finally meeting gazes with her though right when he did, the four noticed the dramatic entrance of the Qiqirin!
“Holy crap it’s a Qiqi- Qique-.... yeah!†Eightyfive mentioned right in the middle of stumbling over her words at the delightful surprise. Pretty much every single one of the four except for Jonathan were either surprised or dumbfounded at the sight of the man. Fortythree ha’d to himself in amusement, while Ryanti could not help but chuckle at the way he spoke, curiously eyeing the coins in his ears.
Eightyfive went after the comfort food, preferring starches and meats mostly. Fortythree found his Vylabrand calling with the Lominsian anchovies in particular, and the poached eggs and bred with some turtle meat. He was the one that had the strange tastes.
Jonathan and Ryanti went after a healthier pattern, choosing the quiche stuffed with vegetables and the omelettes stuffed with similar veggies and greens. The only meat they ate concerned the dodo breasts and the egg of the omelette. They both had a slice of bread that they ate only with the veggies. They started with the veggies and starch, then ate the meat after. For the protein and to feel full.
Both of course would have preferred to eat like Eightyfive, but not while on the job. Eightyfive just had this magical quality about herself to eat –anything- and be just fine. Although all of them generously accepted the water and had themselves all of what was in the bottles. “Thank you so much, Cwaenlona. You’re a lifesaver.†Ryanti mentioned. He had warmed up to her a bit since he had witnessed her tend to others and wave back to him.
He could not help but smile fully when everyone else cheered after Susuroon’s mini-speech. He transferred that warm smile in the direction of the Captain, though he was met with a rather odd glance about him and Jonathan that made him think for a moment. After peering at Sounsyy’s dark blots under her eyes and her lack of speaking to the both of them, he sighed a little. It was not long after that he felt a finger tap his shoulder. It was his boss.
“So who is going to be the one to talk to her about it?†Jonathan asked Ryanti with a whisper. The young Veanysus turned his attention to his boss by shifting his body to the center of the stool and peering to his right. After swallowing what he had in his mouth, he answered him back. “Do you think she saw it too?â€
“She chose to see. So she –will- have seen.†Jonathan simply said. “She will approach one of us today at some point. It is natural for her to. She is not yet familiar with the very nature of what we handle.â€
“Well… “ Ryanti thought for a moment, keeping to himself in a moment of thought as he took a nice healthy swig from his waterskin. “She will probably approach you. After all, you are her equivalent in this joint operation.â€
“Hmm.†Jonathan mused to himself, taking a small bite out of a single piece of his dodo meat. “Perhaps.†Although the skeptical tone could be heard in his voice, as if the boss knew a thing or two about people though was obviously hiding something from Ryanti. The snowhaired Miqo’te returned that statement with a contorted face. Though spotting the Qiqirin checking on them did take his mind off of the subject. “Hey Susuroon! Where are those foreign currencies from! On your ears?†Few things would take Ryanti’s mind off of something besides wanting to know something else. So there was that question he had wanted to ask him.
“Oh. My. GOODNESS! This is SO GOOD!†Eightyfive exclaimed, in the middle of her little food orgasm. It was no question what one of her passions were: eating. She leaned a little forward, putting her arms out in front of her dish as if she was meaning to hug it. “I’m in heaven!†Of course she had spent the last three days eating cold rations, but to the other three, it actually –was- a nice meal.
“You make well of what you have here. This is a loving meal for the circumstance.†Fortythree insisted.
They all intently listened when Sounsyy gave out their roles for the voyage. Some more than others, as Eightyfive had both cheeks full of … whatever it could be while her tight eyes glanced in Sounsyy’s direction. She was eating much quicker than Ryanti and Jonathan who ate at a normal pace. Fortythree was taking time sampling it seemed, creating a ‘meal’ out of sampling every piece of everything on the cart. “Suddenly, I don’t think I have an appetite… “ Fortythree said solemnly after hearing what he would be doing. A diligent magi having to… sweep the floors?
Meanwhile, Eightyfive’s feistiness once again came out over the mentioning of her role. “Helpin’ Sir Noble Grape manage the shite that helps him to blow shite up? Hell yeah!â€
Ryanti was delightfully pleased at the idea of his role. Wow, so he would be climbing the ship and everything? He did remember enjoying his time with P’welro too. He hoped she wouldn’t mind him starting conversation while working. So he would get to know what it was like to becoming a sailor after all? “I’m excited. I can’t wait to see how it w-“
“-ill be like to spend another day with P’welro?~†Eightyfive chimed while downing the last bits of crust from her quiche.
“Will you stop shoving words into my mouth!†Ryanti shouted at her, partially annoyed and a little embarrassed at her making all of these damn rib jokes at him. “Nope.†Eightyfive deadpanned, drinking the last of her waterskin with a complimentary “T-aaahhh!â€
When it came time to ask questions, all but Jonathan began to open their mouths, but the leader of the group whom had been quietly enjoying his meal set his plate down with a noise that shut all three of them up. He cleared his throat solemnly, and like a mid-thirties farmboy that was pleased with a well-rounded breakfast, he smirked mildly at Sounsyy with a sparkle of thank you in his eyes through the patches of his rough face. “No ma’aaaam.†He drawed out. “My men are ready to work!â€