Mmmmm. [It's a noncommittal sound, but it's not dismissive. Quentin sounds like Shanks, like Garp, like Luffy, in a way. If there's good and bad Marines, there are good and bad pirates. Nothing is as simple as Koby had believed it to be, regardless of what world he finds himself in. He nudges a little closer, thinks about flopping back into the tangled sheets and taking Quentin with him and not thinking about how complicated the world is for a while.
But then -- jam, the pop of the lid and Quentin's grin (bright, warm, delighted) as he digs his fingers in. There's nothing complicated about that, and Koby grins right back, patting the pockets of the overalls.] Very, very deep pockets have their uses.
[There isn't any hesitation, because the sea is a place of hardtack and canned pickles and dried lemons, and the sugary strawberry drips down Quentin's fingers and Koby doesn't want to waste. So he leans forward quickly, takes the jammy finger in his mouth, sucks it clean before he can second guess himself. A hum, pleased, surprised at the sharp-sweet flavor, eyes widening approvingly as his tongue curls around Quentin's finger, savoring every last bit.] Mmmhmm -- s'goo. [Mumbled, careful of his teeth, one hand reaching to hold onto Quentin's wrist so he doesn't pull away yet.]
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But then -- jam, the pop of the lid and Quentin's grin (bright, warm, delighted) as he digs his fingers in. There's nothing complicated about that, and Koby grins right back, patting the pockets of the overalls.] Very, very deep pockets have their uses.
[There isn't any hesitation, because the sea is a place of hardtack and canned pickles and dried lemons, and the sugary strawberry drips down Quentin's fingers and Koby doesn't want to waste. So he leans forward quickly, takes the jammy finger in his mouth, sucks it clean before he can second guess himself. A hum, pleased, surprised at the sharp-sweet flavor, eyes widening approvingly as his tongue curls around Quentin's finger, savoring every last bit.] Mmmhmm -- s'goo. [Mumbled, careful of his teeth, one hand reaching to hold onto Quentin's wrist so he doesn't pull away yet.]