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@vltrumitpwr 
            
            "slept bad."  the ocean had been angry at  ..  something.  far away  ,  but an irritation big enough to be felt even from here.  it had left him tossing and turning most of the night.  aalto eyes the table once more  —  practically glaring at it at this point.  moving sounded  ..  like a   /  lot  /   of work.  "mm  ..  my turn."  he turned insistent eyes towards nolan  ,  arms already reaching out.  "carry  —  could  ..  fall.  yea.  might fall.  you want that?"  he quirked an eyebrow alongside the question.

*  he  sighed  fondly,  *  alright,  alright,  *  he  muttered,  stepping  in  before  the  plate  could  tilt  too  far.  he  took  it  gently  from  his  hands  and  set  it  on  the  table  with  care.  *  you  look  like  you  barely  survived  the  night,  *  he  added,  voice  low,  a  little  amused.  *  sit  down  before  you  faceplant.  i’ve  got  it.  

@vltrumitpwr 
            
            a hand was brought up in an attempt to rub the lingering sleep from his eyes.  after which he let out a quiet groan  ,  stumbling the rest of the way over.  when he was in grabbing distance of the plate he just  —  stared at it.  eyes squinting before he groaned again.  "you carry."  to the table that was  ..  a few steps a way.  it still looked to far.  "looks good  —  might drop  ,  so please just  ..  "

"feed  —  ?  you mean  ..  "  his eyes widened a bit as he shook his head rapidly in denial  ,  hands waving around some to accompany.  "no  ,  no!  just passing.  coincidence  ,  promise!"  sure he fished for food  ,  there wasn't much of another choice.  but even the fish he caught were released if they were yet to be matured.  eating such a young thing  ,  even if it was a fish  —  seemed wrong.

ID.  @SAILISOLATED-
            
            the young ones are scared of your ship .  they cower in even deeper shadows to hide from the noise of it .  do not tell me you are here to feed .  

@eithalasaris 
            
            his eyes furrowed as he looked up at the flowing sail cloth  ,  looking back down towards the shadowed waves.  "well um  ..  yes?  supposed to.  I  .. think."

@drvconis 
            
            "oh  —  !  thank you.  work hard.  nice to hear."

@sanguitere 
            
            his head tilted at the statement  —  confusion painted over his face.  "many of us.  not just me."

@vltrumitpwr   /     " enough to say mine "  uhm hello nolan??  when did your closet become a window??  /hj
            
            aalto let out an amused breath as nolan just seemed to steadily hold him closer and closer.  every shift a small one  —  almost like he couldn't allow himself full comfort to begin with  ,  even in his unconscious state.  a bit of a fond smile slips onto his face albeit a bit sad at the edges.  "you're so sweet like this  ..  "  he mumbled while shifting a bit closer  —  this time of his own free will.  there wasn't much room to go at this point  ,  but it made leading nolan to the crook of his neck easier.  hand gentle on the back of his head as he encouraged him forward.  a different melody picked up as he did  —  to soothe again?  to maybe make it easier for nolan to accept the comfort?  repetition in what he knew was helping?  maybe  —  probably all of it.  

*  nolan  doesn’t  wake,  not  really,  his  breathing  stays  deep,  slow,  the  kind  that  only  comes  with  real  sleep.  but  as  aalto’s  fingers  move  through  his  hair,  there’s  a  tiny  shift  in  him,  just  a  twitch  of  his  brow  at  first,  then  a  soft  sound,  low  in  his  throat,  almost  like  a  purr.  his  head  tilts  slightly  into  the  touch,  instinctive  and  trusting,  as  it  seemed  some  part  of  him  recognizes  comfort  even  in  sleep.  his  arms  tighten  just  a  little  around  aalto,  not  enough  to  hold  him  still,  but  enough  to  say  mine  in  a  way  that’s  quiet  and  unconscious.  a  slow  breath  slips  out  through  parted  lips,  and  he  stirs  only  once,  just  enough  to  press  his  face  faintly  closer  to  aalto’s  collar,  a  warmth  seeking  warmth.  *  

@vltrumitpwr 
            
            with a more assured touch he trailed his hands up to nolan's hair.  toying with a few strands before gently threading his fingers through it.  he shifted a bit to lay in a better position as he was pulled even closer.  he didn't exactly want to move away  ,  but even if he did  ,  he highly doubted he'd be able to break free from the hold.  nolan like this was almost  ..  cute.  a noticable difference compared to his usual guarded self.  aalto couldn't help but be a bit worried about how he'd react once he was awake again.  if that constant rigidness would return  ,  taking away the softness nolan now wore.

@lefaeys 
            
            "mm  ..  will be fine.  won't die.  so  ..  good enough."

*    !!

㇁ ㅤc: 

ID.  @sailsolated- 
            
            * ╱╱  inquisitive

"no  —  thank you.  boat.  will stay."  an apologetic smile was given.  "might uh  ..  float away so  —  "  which wasn't exactly a lie.  any normal boat was at risk of floating along without being instructed to.  aalto knew the ocean wouldn't allow him to be stranded though.

ID.  @SAILSOLATED-
            
            *  a laugh ,  playful && reminiscent of waters in the cave dripping like music .  she gestured the pirate to come forward .  *
            
            my name is koi'aa .  i am here often .

@eithalasaris   /     yes!  he's pretty peaceful for a pirate though 
            
            "um  ..  "  was he meant to give his name  ,  his occupation?  a detailed reason as to why he was here??  "aalto."  he pointed a hand to himself  —  the motion a bit awkward.  "am just  ..  me."

@vltrumitpwr 
            
            "  ..  biased."  he huffed out.  "she is alive. why think never gotten storm?  not luck."

   makes  more  sense  than  the  water  being  sentient.

@vltrumitpwr 
            
            "you fly.  alien.  super strength."  a brow raised.  "so hard to believe?"