2020-05-01 - Swordplay
Piracy, flirting, and duets to sing: these are a few of our favourite things.
IC Date: 2020-05-01
OOC Date: 2019-11-25
Location: Text
Related Scenes: None
Plot: None
Scene Number: 4579
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: 😍😍😍
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Or do we gotta do something spanish? Cuz I'll mangle some spanish if I gotta.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: I swear, I think about you lots and lots in non-karaoke contexts, but. I mean. This is important.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: And most of that is filth. And pirate fantasies. Only some of which are filthy.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: I liiike Door #1, but it IS Cinco de Mayo, so you might have a point. If we can think of anything that isn't Feliz Navidad, which is suddenly all I got.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: And of course it's important. I'm not sure it's more important than quality filth, but it's definitely more time-sensitive.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: The seas await us. Karaoke night waits for no man. Or woman, for that matter.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Think we might see about doing karaoke for our birthday.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Though.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: If you wanna buckle some swashes and steal me away, I'm not gonna complain.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Is it fair to steal you from your twin on your birthdays? I feel like there might be some cosmic rule about that. I could theoretically steal him too but I feel like that might put a crimp in getting the swashes UNbuckled again. 😉
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: I mean. If you wanted to start a convent at sea...
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Pretty sure you could steal me away at the end of the night, though.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Might have to fight off other suitors.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: If AJ's one of 'em, just grab him too.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: I'll bring the sword.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: He's skinny. Easy to abduct.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: I've got nothing on the spanish front.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: We could attempt to translate ME! but I think it might not really give the right effect. Though the 'yo-oh-oh's we'd end up with might be decent pirating warmup.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Like we aren't naturals.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: It's true, we arr what we arr.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: You ARR awful 😂
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: I've got avast repertoire of 'em.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: I hope I don't need to be witty to be your first mate.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Cuz.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: That's it. I got nothing 😛
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: I accept wit in forms that aren't terrible puns as well. You know, in a pinch.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: I'm pretty good at pinching!
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: You've got a magnificently pinchable bottom.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Better things to do with it, though.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: What, better than pinching? Surely not!
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: But have you tried groping?
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Hmm. You raise an interesting point.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: (Frequently.)
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Or maybe paddling? 😈
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Why do I feel like maybe it's always the same point I'm bringing up?
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Well, as long as it's raised in different ways.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Don't think I'mma run out of ways to handle this subject.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: I've got every faith in your creativity. No doubt you can keep it up.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: I've got some thoughts I could maybe share right now if you're free...
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: I think I can spare a while. Especially if we're still planning to duet.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: No doubt I'll be down for singing.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Want me to bring anything other than my hat, captain?
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Nope, I think that ought to cover things.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Hardly covers anything, really...
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: I like that in a hat. Well, I like that in your hat, anyway.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Funny. That's my favorite thing about your hat too 😉
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Cept.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Well.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Knocking it off.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Knocked-off hats cover even less.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Might catch cold.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Don't worry. I'll catch ya first.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Keep you warm and all that.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: I'll hold you to that. And me.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: I expect you to hold me to lots of things.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Against?
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Prepositions are hard.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: To, against, on, over. Happy to preposition you.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Speaking of.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: I'mma head over 😉
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: I expect you to be in uniform when I get there.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Without the protective gear this time.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: I'll bring the sword.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: 😍😋💙
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: 😉😘☠️
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