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Rabbit looked up at the mention of the Dementia, adjusting his scarf again in the hundredth (at least) futile attempt to conseal his scarring without tying to scarf tighter. The man was....quite a character to say the least, and he'd almost mistaken him for a woman. What sort of man painted his eyelids?? And his hair....it was...blue!
It had to be dye, like Fawkes' with it's purple streak, unless maybe he wasn't truly human after all....there was no other explination for it.
He remains mute, however, on the subject of the Dementia, since he hasn't signed up with her...yet...and wonders why this jester-motley character would ask about that spesific ship.....
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((Beware all: I figured it was about time I dragged her back into things. C_C))

She'd missed this discussion on the cursed ship, but the peteit little blonde looked like she was aiming to -not- miss someone else. Probably with a blunt instrument.
With her long blonde hair, porcelin skin and large blue eyes, she could have cut the figure of a very convincing angel given a white gown and a pair of false wings...though at the moment she looked like a very vengeance minded angel.
"MORGAN MALONE!" She shouted as she shoved the door open, looking around wildly for the subject of her ire, who, unfortunately, had already departed prior to her entry. Fuming that she can't seem to locate him, she looks around hotly again demanding. "Has anyone seen that IDIOT Morgan Malone? I swear that boy has the attention span of a flea!" She narrowed her eyes and then pointed sharply at Kakuani. "Dressess sort of like -him-, only not so bright."

Fawkes don't know how, or if he should reply to the man's question. Firstly, that shockingly blue hair. At least only his bangs were colored, and the rest stayed black. And the man's clothes... Fawkes could bet that this newcomer isn't from around here.

Besides, did he just wink at Rabbit? That was more than just odd. That was rather creepy... Since Rabbit hadn't answered, maybe he should keep quiet about Dementia too, for the time being.

He turned to face Rabbit, and raised an eye-brow, as if to ask 'So, want to answer his question?'

"Why don't you wear your tacky horrors yourself you foppish Nightmare." Gally snarled. If she had her way, she certainly wouldn't have pegged this -creature- as being of Romani blood, though perhaps one who imitated them. He didn't have a certain quality she associated with them, but perhaps he was one who was no longer part of one of their traveling companies, which meant he was even -worse- probably, than his tasteless appearance. "Like I'd buy something from -you-."
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Rabbit: The larger man tightens his mouth slightly, glowering at Kakuani. Wise a**.....for all the blue haired stranger knew he couldn't talk at all save with his fists...
".......Don't know. ....He already said....we're not gentlemen." He noted, embarassed as hell and upset by the wink. The boy didn't -look- like he would bring down anything as bad as Divytown on their heads, but really...who knew? SOmeone had unquestionably told someone about Divytown and look what had happened. "....Suppose it depends, why he wants to know."

Kakuani stared with slight interest as a very fine woman entered the room. Her physique was simply admirable, a work of art really. Her traced her long figure with his eyes, it took him quite awhile to reach her head, a puzzling matter. Since when were women so tall?

Well the result was simple for kakuani, this was simply not a woman but a man. Quite a lovely man indeed. Lovely men should also be very inrested in lovely wares... such as the ones in his bag. It was a nice excuse to talk to excellent figure, so he simply blew kisses to the angry little woman. She was quite the treasure, really. He shrugged to Rabbit nonchanlantly, "Yes I suppose it does---But excuse me love." He waved passively at the man and pull a chair up to the table where the newcomer was sitting. "And what a beautiful person you are. Please, do me the pleasure of your name?" His smile was charming and his voice smooth like water. It was his trade to talk sweetly, so he often found it happening when he least expected it to occur.

Kakuani stared at Amour very carefully, watching his movements, trying to understand the man better. He took it rather quickly Amour was most likely attracted to men and that he was definately french. He bit his lip anxiously, Kakuani was simply a lout for attention and dripped with pleasure from recieving it so nicely. Normally he would charged for this kind of thing, but Amour was very charming and it was good fortune to do things freely every few years. He pulled out a small stick and swished it across his heavy neckpiece. "Your light....And---" He leaned foward, gazing directly into the other boy's eyes while lighting his blunt, "Your name... I find it very charming. Mine is simple in comparision to such a symbolic meaning. I am Kakuani of The Sulla gypsy tribe." He smirked while licking his fingers to put out the light.

Kakuani nodded as he began to fiddle with his necklaces. He certainly loved gold, it was shiny and simply gorgeous. He peered over to Amour, walking his eyes across the man's body, if not for his height he would swear by the holy Sulla if was a woman before him. He fidgeted as he pondered his next move, certainly he would have to have more conversation with the man before selling him his wares. He pulled he chair into the table closer. As the gyspy's knee brushed against Amour's thigh he parted his lips to speak once more, "I'm simply thrilled to know you name my name to be pleasurable." He glanced back at the bar that housed the rowdy pirates from before, "Well... I don't think they had the pleasure of learning my name." His tone was frisky with a hint of malice towards them. He didn't quite enjoy being called nasty names. "And---Amour. I would very much like to ask, where are you from?" He leaned in close to the man, as to study his facial features when he responded.

Kakuani held tighly to Amour's word as the feminine man leaned in closely to him, teasing him with his lips. Kakuani felt his eyes drift to him, as if hypotised by their pull. He nearly closed the space between when, thanfully, Amour leaned back into his seat. Kakuani followed suit chewing his lip piercing with nervousness and averting his eyes from Amour's face, he felt his cheeks pinken. That was certainly an odd emotion, wanting to suck upon the lips of another man was far from normal. He took a breath and inhaled the sweet smoke oozing from Amour's smoke, the scent was erotic and calming. He opened his eyes once more and meet Amour's on equal ground. "Me? Oh... Nowhere in particular. My family has bits of everything. My grandmother was an elf and I... Some sort of hybrid weakling human. The blood didn't mix so well the second time around...Hahaha" He laughed rather sadly. He was plaged with a weak heart and a weaker body, it was a shock he'd lived as long as he had on his own. His eyes attempted to stay connected with the man's but... Often he found them straying back to his ever so tempting lips, surely it was because he reselmbled a girl. Right.