Siren Caves

Chapter Six

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Cry furrowed his brows as he spaced out, leg bouncing. He didn't know how his crew would react since he hasn't told them yet. He'd let them go to the hotel first, so he'd have to tell them later. Or tomorrow. Cry sighed.

He snapped out of his little trance when Russ walked into the room. The man looked more exhausted than he expected, and he immediately felt responsible.

"Are you okay, Russ?" He asked softly. Russ nodded and yawned, stretching his arms above his head. He walked over to his bed and plopped down on it.

"I'm fine but uhm . . . are you alright?" Russ asked. Cry raised a brow, nodding. "You sure? Because this little mission thing we're going on is insane." Cry frowned, a little hurt. "I don't mean to be rude or anythin', Captain . . ."

Cry shook his head, "No, I understand." He said, "It is a little weird. But I'm perfectly fine." Russ still didn't seem like he believed Cry. Cry offered a brief smile, "I'll try and make this mission as quick as possible, okay?"

Russ hummed, "Alright. . . . Uhm-- I want to tell you something--" The man paused, hesitating when he opened his mouth to continue. Cry looked at him a little expectantly but Russ shut his mouth for a second, "N-Never mind. I can tell you later." Cry raised a brow in curiosity.

Normally he would've pushed Russ until he told him, but the poor man looked too tired to joke around. Cry stayed silent as he watched him a little hurriedly laid down. Russ turned to face away from him while pulling a blanket over him.

What was that about?

Cry jerked awake to someone shaking his shoulder. He groaned as he looked up and rubbed his chin. Well I guess I drool. Ew. Cry looked down at himself, not paying attention to who was waking him, to check for anymore drool. He wiped off his chin and looked back up.

"Oh hey Scott," Cry said, just as the cramp in his neck and back kicked in. "I thought Russ would be waking me?" Cry glanced at Russ' bed to see it empty. Before Scott could answer, he added, "What time is it?"

"You slept through rest of the day yesterday, it's six AM Sunday." Scott replied, "Russ is checking things on the ship with Nathan and Snake." Scott pulled his hand away from Cry and folded his arms. He looked pissed off. Again.

"Why're you so mad?"

"You're supposed to be up first. And other personal reasons." Scott said. Cry chuckled at the first part, humming at the second.

"Personal reasons? I thought we were always open with secrets?" Cry got up from his chair and stretched, reaching to scratch his back after, "Or is it like Wife-Husband secrets?"

Scott shook his head, "It's like Head Doctor-Second Captain secrets. Don't worry about it. Just get into clean clothes and go eat. Philip made breakfast." Cry pursed his lips.

"Flirty Philip or Crew Philip?" He asked. Scott raised his brows and turned around, arms still crossed. So Flirty Philip. Cry sighed, and nodded, waiting for Scott to exit the room so he could change.

Once the door shut he walked over to the bag next to his bag and pulled out the other set of clothing. He quickly got changed into them and moved over to the mirror. He looked over his clothes and furrowed his brows when his cravat wasn't set evenly. He adjusted it the best he could before folding the old set of clothes and putting them in the bag, leaving it all in the room.