Apr 20, 2009 13:54
My id... she has gone, far away from this boat, leaving me only five-sixths of a man. Simultaneously, I feel completely hollowed and filled with tepid water, which is rather confusing.
I suppose I could take a spin around the boat, and maybe visit this new brewpub I've heard so much about. Sergei's was it?
cracker-jacks and pepper-pies,
seemstress,
seem
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Sir, I'm not sure this is something you should be talking to total strangers about.
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That's...all right, really. I'm fine. I've been here over a week, I'm adjusting pretty well. Thank you for the offer, but I wanted to...work on exploring the rest of the ship during the day, and I go to bed really early compared to the rest of you so it really wouldn't work out very well if you asked to have me over, I'd have to leave as soon as I got there and that wouldn't be fair to anyone!
[BREEAAATHES.]
But, uh, thank you again.
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[Now he's assuming you're a male prostitute, triplegratz.]
Just--uh--I'm not really interested--I mean that, you know, I'm not usually--I don't--uh--
[Pause. SUBJECT CHANGE.]
Oh! Oh, uh, I didn't get your name! I'm Verrim. It's very nice to meet you!
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That's a very long proper name, Sir Robinson. Nice to meet you.
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I'm...not a hunter, Sir Robinson, I'm a priest. And a Seer. Maybe you should ask around for a hunter if you need to talk to one so badly. Or someone who understands more than half of what you say.
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