Ordinary Market day.

[Moonlit]

Cymmie rose a brow as Well walked far around her, she supposed she had lost her temper a bit too much. But she couldn't turn back time, so she just had to ride out the slight anger or whatever he felt toward her. As Jimmy walked passed her she glanced toward him and slowly fell in step behind him. He spoke of Well as if he were his son, Cymmie knew the younger pirate definitely wasn't Jimmy's son. Jimmy was too young to have a son. So she chuckled at his joke, completely missing the fact that he was referring to Well as if he were her child too. "He's a teenager, they have moods, just like I tend to," she said the comment with a wave of the hand. She knew she was moody, that she was a danger to be around, but what could she do about it? It was her nature as the ever-shifting water to be emotional. But at least when she had grown angry at Well she had managed to control it. Quite a few men had died because they had angered the goddess. She always felt terrible afterward, that is unless they were military. Then Jimmy said something about her being considered desperate by some people for the simple kiss. She scoffed and shrugged, "I suppose they could consider me that, they all have their own opinions, but I really could care less what other people think unless I care about them. If they think I'm desperate it shows how little they know me, I flirt, perhaps a little aggressively but it's what I do. Few people ever complain about it, and I rarely go anywhere with it. Flirting, is fun... if they consider me desperate it shows how little they know about the world of... I guess you could call it love, it just shows how immature they are." As they walked passed Well and Jimmy asked how he was, Cymmie merely looked at him with concern. She wasn't sure how he would feel about being asked how he was by the woman who had just made him uncomfortable. But really she didn't want the young boy too upset, he was only a teenager and they were supposed to enjoy themselves during their short years as young adults. Sure they were moody, but they weren't supposed to have too many problems. Even being a pirate was supposed to be fun. Words: 417 Muse: AWESOME Song:I Run To You- Lady Antebellum SPEAKING THOUGHTS [atrb=border,4,true] [atrb=width,500,true] [bg=teal]

[Well]

The two adults walked up the road in a much slower pace than the hotheaded, young pirate. He barley looked at the woman with her twisted ego and her water-like physic, moving as gently as a calm river just now but when she was mad, moved like a strong waterfall.
The chef reached Well first, looking calm even thou it was hard to tell his mood because of the headband. He was indeed sneaky this man or perhaps just thinking in many ways, always keeping ahead of people like the young sky pirate that had a habit of acting first and think later (In the long run it had worked quite well, really). To Well, the chef was not really an enemy but that king of irritating big brother that always was in your way, eating your candy and arguing about the last cookie. Perhaps the two of them had been alike when they where children, both being hotheaded and dreaming about adventures even thou their life had been quite different. Or at least Well thought it had been since he had grown up at the circus, thinking about life as an endless show, sometimes it was his role to be happy, sometimes sad and at other times angry. But the former circus artist would not say that he believed in fate, if someone had asked him. he would say that he was the one who wrote the script and even thou other parts would interfere sometimes, the script was his and his to follow.

Offence or not the chef woke Well from his thoughts that stubbornly came back, echoing is his head. The young sky pirate looked up at the man’s smile and then the man continued walking, the woman following after him. well saw that she gave him a worried look but ignored her and ran to Jimmy’s side making sure he had the woman had (at least) Jimmy in-between them. Giving the woman a stubborn look and making faces at her when he was sure she was not looking at him, Well managed to release some of the frustration he held inside his chest, throbbing like a poison.
Of course the chef, walking between them realized what Well was doing so the young pirate made a face at him to, just because he could. Then he laughed and put the hen on his shoulder where it sat and looked out on the world with sleepy eyes.

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Mad little Well ^__^;

[Jimmy Terranova]

Settling into a casual walking pace, Jimmy let the other two catch up so that they were walking more or less side by side. They still took up a good portion of the path, but at least if they were moving people could avoid them, and they could shift a little to let them past. He didn’t reply to Cymmie when she commented on Well’s behavior. It was true enough, there wasn’t really anything else to say on the subject. Now that the three were walking it was harder to have a proper conversation. It wasn’t impossible, far from it, but you couldn’t get the same range of emotion without looking away from where you were walking or hitting someone in the face with your arm. It was fine if it was Well he hit, but he didn’t think the woman would be as happy with a palm to the nose. Though it felt unnatural to him, Jimmy toned down his actions.

Cymopoleia was a strange one, that was certain. Jimmy wasn’t sure exactly whether he liked or disliked her. Either way, she was definitely interesting. Strong will was good to interact with, especially when it was accompanied with the odd random temperature change. So long as she didn’t try to attack him, all would be fine. They were rather similar really, except that Jimmy’s emotions showed themselves in the form of annoyance and irritation, rather than full on anger. It was better that way in his opinion, it let him get his feelings out fully, draw them out even, make the most out of it, rather than a single angry outburst. As Cymmie spoke he found himself latching on to one particular phrase. More fuel for the annoyance fire. He let her finish what she was saying, it was only fair. ”Now, I see what you’re trying to say. But I have to call you out on one thing. I mean, really, ‘could care less?’ Think about it a little. You say ‘I could care less’ meaning that you don’t care, when in face, all you’re telling me is that you have the capability to care less than you currently do. So in fact the very thing you’re trying to convey is the exact opposite of what you actually said. I mean, if you ‘could care less’ then you must care at least a little, but you might care a lot more than that. I don’t know. All I know is that you are able to care less than you currently do. Nice use of language there.” He left it for just a moment to let his words sink in. They might cause her to explode again, but she couldn’t deny that he was right. She would only be getting angry for its own sake. That would be fun to see, how would she argue that?

Glancing over to her, he allowed a little grin to show itself for a moment. ”I have to say though, it’s interesting to see that you put aggressive flirting under the umbrella term of ‘love’. How very modern of you. Love is a thing to you, eh? Not a feeling,just an act and an object. Lovely. Many happy familied will spawn from you.” Was he taking it to far? Maybe a little, but it was amusing, so it didn’t matter. Something he didn’t find amusing though, was Well’s stupid faces. The child was acting like…. Well, a child. Jimmy was about to opt for the ‘ignore it and it might go away’ tactic when he realized that he hadn’t actually done what he had come here for. He still had a lot to buy for the ship, even if he wasn’t stocking up fully. He had crew members to do that for him. Looking around for a second, he noticed a few things he could do with. ”What are you, fifteen going on five?” He said to the boy, though he wasn’t sure of his exact age. ”Make yourself useful skippy and go get some of them spuds, make sure to get the ones from the back, they’re fresher, just a little sack should do.” He pointed towards a stall selling potatoes as he spoke, before reaching into a pocket and tossing a small pouch of money to the kid. It should be about enough, maybe with a little extra for the seller to put up with the kid for a moment or two. Jimmy moved off to the next stall, picking out a handful of green vegetables and dropping them in a small pouch in his satchel. Paying the vendor, he hung around for Well to return. No doubt the kid would get annoyed if he left, and anyway, he needed those potatoes.

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Tagged: Cymmie, Well
Words: 791
Note: so many distractions… it’s taken 4 hours to write this =D