For kidnappees, they have it pretty cushy, is all he was saying. Easy to turn a blind eye to the faults of the place when there is stuff like ice cream and bars and restaurants open almost all hours of the day, with more comforts than Ed had seen in one place before he had met Stede, and with advancements that are frankly beyond his wildest imagination.
"Shit." He turns pink with embarrassment, a fact he will deny, and angles himself away to hide as he tries to wipe at the spot Stede's showing him. Right now, there's a use for a handkerchief, but he'll be damned if he uses the red scrap of cloth for this. As he turned back, he held his arms out in a ta-dah, dripping a little of the ice cream onto his fingers. Surely the epitome of cool. "Got it?"
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For kidnappees, they have it pretty cushy, is all he was saying. Easy to turn a blind eye to the faults of the place when there is stuff like ice cream and bars and restaurants open almost all hours of the day, with more comforts than Ed had seen in one place before he had met Stede, and with advancements that are frankly beyond his wildest imagination.
"Shit." He turns pink with embarrassment, a fact he will deny, and angles himself away to hide as he tries to wipe at the spot Stede's showing him. Right now, there's a use for a handkerchief, but he'll be damned if he uses the red scrap of cloth for this. As he turned back, he held his arms out in a ta-dah, dripping a little of the ice cream onto his fingers. Surely the epitome of cool. "Got it?"