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[dead_kings]

Character(s): Malik Ishtar, Riku
Content: >:[ this is not sea sickness, I AM DISGUSTED WITH EXISTENCE INSTEAD. ... rly.
Setting: Artemis's Bow, main deck
Time: Sunday2, night
Warnings: Malik + sea = not friends

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[intothedawn]

Whoa. Riku had caught a glimpse of the blonde's face as he turned. Looks like this guy had that weird talent of always looking unbalanced, so even the slightest bit of "upset" was enough to make Riku edge back... near imperceptably, but still. This wasn't the type of guy to pick a fight with; at that little moment, it was like he wanted to tear off Riku's head with his teeth. He was suddenly regretting his decision to leave his sword in his quarters.

But the look instantly melted into languid indifference, so smoothly that Riku wondered if his eyes were playing tricks on him. Riku caught a strange accent in the other boy's English, but dismissed it. His own accent couldn't sound any stranger.

Inwardly, he groaned as an inquisitive look developed in the crewman's pose. Great. Another conversation. God, did he hate conversations. But he'd have to start talking someday, or else... Ahh, the rest of the crew would figure he's some sort of deaf-mute-angry freak. Something like that.

Riku didn't attempt to smile; his was probably rusted over or rotting or some stupid metaphor like that. Instead, he cast around for a topic. Topic, topic, topic... He looked down, shoving the map under his arm. "Good thing," he started, a bit too loudly to his own ears; he coughed and lowered his voice, "you were there. If the captain didn't have these maps..." he trailed off, praying that he didn't sound too stupid.

[dead_kings]

Conversation was something both Riku and Malik weren't looking forward too, then. The Egyptian nodded, and kept his less than brilliant smile. Wow, that was lame. He had saved the maps from blowing away with his head. That was one for the books.

"Good thing," Malik repeated and nodded. Silver hair, weird. He'd never met anyone with silver hair before. And he was so very pale, like ... well the first thing that came to mind was white sandstone, and the second was bread. Neither was very flattering.

He was tempted to just walk away then. In fact, he would do just that. Malik gave another nod, this one was a little more curt. "...see you around." He offered, and couldn't help but smirk at his own private irony.