(PIRATE) Matthew sighed and rubbed his foot where he nearly tripped over a loose bow line in the dark. A chilly breeze broke the sparkles of
starlight on the sea, making him wish Kumajiro was curled up in his arms instead of below deck threatening to bite anyone who woke him up.
He grabbed a lantern from the wall near the door and started the lonely night patrol. Keeping watch for stow aways and scoundrals.
Berwald sighed and leant over the railing of the ship to enjoy the peace and quiet that the middle of the night brought. He lifted a cool
silver flask to his lips and closed his eyes as the familiar taste of Swedish vodka burned down his throat; there was nothing quite as
relaxing as enjoying the fresh ocean air beneath the stars with his favorite drink. He slid the flask back in to a pocket and stared idly
in to the distance without any real focus, or interest.
Matthew squeeked at the flicker of silver in the corner of his vision. (It was a very manly squeek he reassured himself.) And after a
momentary pause- stoways could have /guns/ afterall, crept towards the edge of the dock, light held high. 'Oh' He mummbled sheepishly 'Hello
pause. 'Sir! Mmay I ask what your doing out here so late?' He fumbled quickly to cover up his error.
Night, night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite.
(( Wtf plurk/ THat was for America. >> ))
(( LOL, Plurk likes to do that sometimes. I especially like when it does it while writing smut or something, so it's REALLY out of place. ))
(( Plurk is ebil like that. ))
(( Oh god, it wants to share your dirty writting with the world. So, smuts alowed on plurk? I figured it was a PG13 place. ))
( I usually try to keep them to friends only, but I don't think anyone's gotten in trouble for it yet; and some people definitely did a lot)
The sound of someone's voice caused Berwald to jump in surprise. He stood up straight and glanced over the shorter man.
"Ah," He mumbled in a nearly incoherent voice. "Couldn't sleep."
"Oh...." He paused, nibbling on his lower lip and trying to make sense of the words. "Insomnia eh?" It wasn't so hard. Between having heard
England drunk and America with a burger in his mouth, (or worse, rapping) he'd managed to make sense of nearly anyone's English.
"Maybe you should have something warm to drink then? To lull you to sleep?"
"M' vodk's warm 'nough." He shrugged. Granted, it wasn't technically warm, per se, though it did make him *feel* warmer.
"Yes, but by the time you drink enough to sleep you'll be giving your self a hang over." He argued quietly, leaning over the railing beside
Sweden, one hand keeping the lantern from slipping off it into the ocean. He would definitely be in trouble them, heck he'd probably get in
the second anyone realized he was technically avoiding working.
"D'n't get h'ngov'rs." He responded noncommittally. He had a feeling Canada was avoiding work, but he couldn't care less; it wasn't as
though anything very exciting happened at this time of night. That was why he liked it so much... that, and the other men's boisterous
snoring made it nearly impossible to sleep.
"Eh? Really?" That sounded a tad too excited, didn't it? "Um... How? I mean... people are supposed to. And stuff."
"Magic." He shrugged. He thought he was saying it in a joking tone, but it didn't sound any different from his serious or angry voice.
"What?" He lowered his voice, leaning closer with a small smile. "Like a spell, or a sigil?"
"someth'n' like that..." He grumbled, rolling his eyes and turning back to look out at the water.