A pirate saving a civilian from pirates? That is rich.
[ he smiles a little at the idea, drinking again from his coffee but finding he doesn't exactly have a taste for it now. he'll drink it anyway - he doesn't waste anything, certainly not when it has been carefully brought to him.
koby's hand over his own makes him turn his palm up, enough to lace their fingers together idly over his thigh. his eyes raise, meeting the clear blue of koby's and he grins a little, the easy, warm façade returning with practiced precision. there's no need to draw anyone's attention to the obvious - this place is as fleeting as a sea storm. they've been brought here, but how long until they're returned?
it's better not to hang one's hopes on anything. quentin learned that a very, very long time ago. ]
I wouldn't think to waste a drop of it, even if it turned cold, as it was brought so sweetly to me by your own hands.
[ he takes another sip for good measure, pulling his free hand away from koby's then to pick up a piece of toast from the plate. ]
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[ he smiles a little at the idea, drinking again from his coffee but finding he doesn't exactly have a taste for it now. he'll drink it anyway - he doesn't waste anything, certainly not when it has been carefully brought to him.
koby's hand over his own makes him turn his palm up, enough to lace their fingers together idly over his thigh. his eyes raise, meeting the clear blue of koby's and he grins a little, the easy, warm façade returning with practiced precision. there's no need to draw anyone's attention to the obvious - this place is as fleeting as a sea storm. they've been brought here, but how long until they're returned?
it's better not to hang one's hopes on anything. quentin learned that a very, very long time ago. ]
I wouldn't think to waste a drop of it, even if it turned cold, as it was brought so sweetly to me by your own hands.
[ he takes another sip for good measure, pulling his free hand away from koby's then to pick up a piece of toast from the plate. ]