forum The Andromeda (Pirate RP//closed)

Started April 11, 2018 by Deleted user

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(Gah. Affection.)
(Yes)
The seagulls came slowly, one or two at first, but then five, perched on top of Kameo's head and shoulders.
"I totally agree."
(seagull noise)
"Thank you!"
(squawk)
"Yes, exactly."
(bird sounds)
"You guys really are good friends. You came back, Mr. Bubbles!"

"Mr Bubbles is almost as pretty as you are," Daso remarked, approaching Kameo quietly. The seagulls scattered a bit, almost hiding behind Kameo.

"Almost? Are you really saying that a seagull matches my looks?" Kameo cocked his head.

Daso raised his hands in a defensive gesture. "I'm impartial, Kam-Kam, you know that. Choosing favorites isn't my thing. I don't want to ruffle Mr Bubbles' feathers." He laughed at his own pun.

Daso raised his hands in a defensive gesture. "I'm impartial, Kam-Kam, you know that. Choosing favorites isn't my thing. I don't want to ruffle Mr Bubbles' feathers." He laughed at his own pun.

( I SEA what you did there. Did you make that pun on porpoise, because I think you dolphinately did. )

"Mr. Bubbles accepts your decision." Kameo rubbed his freckled hands, "Oh, and um, can we like, never talk about BlackWing ever again?"

Daso raised his hands in a defensive gesture. "I'm impartial, Kam-Kam, you know that. Choosing favorites isn't my thing. I don't want to ruffle Mr Bubbles' feathers." He laughed at his own pun.

( I SEA what you did there. Did you make that pun on porpoise, because I think you dolphinately did. )

(That's just gold Nessie)

Daso raised his hands in a defensive gesture. "I'm impartial, Kam-Kam, you know that. Choosing favorites isn't my thing. I don't want to ruffle Mr Bubbles' feathers." He laughed at his own pun.

( I SEA what you did there. Did you make that pun on porpoise, because I think you dolphinately did. )

(NICE)

Cicada looked at Leah, "Want to head down to the deck?"

"Of course, except this oooone last time." Daso smiled an apologetic smile. "Is lasagna too close to pizza? Joanna's making lasagna and…yeah."

"Yeah, I think dinner's almost ready." Leah replied, climbing down the mast again.

"What is lasagna?" Kameo wrinkled his nose, "It sounds like a type of snot."

Cicada climbed down the mast, "Hey Kameo. Hey Kameo's lover."

"It's a…" Daso thought back to what Joanna said. He grimaced. "It's a spaghetti cake."

Leah tipped her hat to the seagulls. "Mr. Bubbles."

"Spaghetti? Stop giving me words I don't know." Kameo squinted, "But cake? A pizza-like cake? Sounds disgusting."

Mr. Bubbles dipped his head in return.

(Joanna: Kam, seriously, you've had spaghetti.)

(Leah: I mean, I've never had pizza before. . . )

Cicada walked into the kitchen. She was hungry.

"Spaghetti? Stop giving me words I don't know." Kameo squinted, "But cake? A pizza-like cake? Sounds disgusting."

"Eh, no, it's not sweet," Daso tried to explain. "It's like a pasta, with tomato sauce and cheese."

"What Daso is trying to say is that it's pretty damn good cause Joanna made it." Leah finished, turning to face Kameo.