Aaaand there it is. The boot dropping to get him right in the stomach, which drops considerably. Don't think he misses the look, either. May as well've said it aloud.
His dogs? He's only got a handful, who would have the nerve to come at Edward--
Oh.
No, actually, he can think of a couple. Goddammit, you useless fucks.
Izzy swallows and nods, getting up to retrieve the bottle of nice rum he's squirreled away for a self congratulatory party of one to celebrate his captaincy. There's about half left, and he pours them both a glass. Tea just isn't going to cut it and while he's proud of himself that he can work the kettle without issue now, a real drink would do much, much better.
Besides, his captain looks like he could use one.
"I'll do that, boss," he says and offers the glass. They mean well, he knows they do, but they haven't quite mastered their commands just yet. Puppy training, what a nightmare.
"Wasn't the French one, was it? Are they still breathing?"
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His dogs? He's only got a handful, who would have the nerve to come at Edward--
Oh.
No, actually, he can think of a couple. Goddammit, you useless fucks.
Izzy swallows and nods, getting up to retrieve the bottle of nice rum he's squirreled away for a self congratulatory party of one to celebrate his captaincy. There's about half left, and he pours them both a glass. Tea just isn't going to cut it and while he's proud of himself that he can work the kettle without issue now, a real drink would do much, much better.
Besides, his captain looks like he could use one.
"I'll do that, boss," he says and offers the glass. They mean well, he knows they do, but they haven't quite mastered their commands just yet. Puppy training, what a nightmare.
"Wasn't the French one, was it? Are they still breathing?"