Voice Test: no spoilers

[finefuckery]

[ There is a man in your bedroom! Or your kitchen, or just somewhere that is yours really. He is dressed head to toe in highly functional black leather, and has an incredible greying mane. He smells like sweat and the sea, and inexplicably of... lavender?

And he's touching things. He's touching everything. Just casually picking up trinkets and turning them over in his hands. ]

Now this? This is neat. This is cool. What do you call this?

Comments

[nocawsforconcern]

We're on the ocean right now.

And with a stowaway on my ship, I have to figure out if we have enough food on board to make it to the next port now.

[finefuckery]

I'm a light eater.

[nocawsforconcern]

Light eater or no, I'm not going to starve you. It would be more merciful to throw you overboard.

[She rustles her cloak as she thinks.]

And food that goes to you doesn't go to the rest of my crew.