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Kakuani bit his lip once again as Amour ran his tongue over his own, clamping it tightly, too tight time. A steady stream leaked from where he drew his own blood, "Oh..." He felt the shock and a twinge of pain as the red liquid trinkled down his chin. "It's a nasty habit. I tend to do it when I'm anxious." He laughed a little miserably trying to find a napkin to wipe up his mess. "Do you mind?" the question was a little rushed and demanding, and his implecations clearly led to the fact that he was wearing very expensive silk and blood had the tendency to stain. He hoped Amour would be kind enough to lend him a hankerchief. Kakuani would normal use his own but, it would take far too long to fish it out his sack. Oh how silly! he chastised himself, I'm letting this girly man tie me in knots!

Kakuani took the handercheif graciously and dabbed his lip carefully. "Ssst. It burns!" He whined as his eyes watered, the piercing had made the skin raw, he groaned and rummaged through his sack. He pulled out a wild looking desert leaf, plump with water and kneaded it's juice onto the napkin, sighing in relief as it touched his sore lip. "Tut- Earlier, before... this" He rolled his eyes at the cut and relaxed some, "You were saying you wanted to be apart of something? Then you've come to join a pirate crew as well?" His tone betrayed his excitement and he slid back from the table to reposition his chair to a more comfortable position. As he pulled back in he glanced neath it's restraints and saw, well of course, none other than Amour's thigh staring him boldly in the eyes. He peered at Amour slightly puzzled, was he attempting to seduce him or was it just his nature? His cheeks flushed lightly and he glanced at his thigh's once more before sliding his chair back into the table. This was certainly becoming a bother. There was no doubt he was attracted to this man, but... Kakuani blinked his thoughts at bay. He was a gypsy, explaining such things was not cultural. The great Sulla always instructed, "Walk with your wisdom in your palm and your brain in your head."

He leaned into Amour and slid his knee close where it knocked his outer thigh. "I think your dress is slipping, my friend." His voice was a little husky as he spoke, he decided it was best he forget Amour's gender since his body had done so. He reach over the table and grabbed a strand of his hair. "Ah. It's as silky as it appears to be."

Rabbit sunk into his seat as the curious flirtation went on, focusing on the contents of his mug with a barely consealed cringe. Was this sort of thing....NORMAL? He'd never seen the like before, though granted he wasn't exactly familiar with a -normal- city, let alone the islands here. Maybe it was normal.....that was sort of frightening actually.

"Amour D'un Tueur.....It means Love of a Killer" Smiling softly, Amour seemed to become lost in thought once again. He was remembering what had first got him to run away. Sighing softly, Amour reached up brushing his hair back over his shoulder. "Such an odd name, I've given myself.....isn't it?" Smirking once again, Amour glanced around the tavern snickering lightly."This place is a tad bit on the boring side, isn't it is there even a tender?" Laughing softly, Amour hummed softly switching which leg leg was ontop of the other. Once again his kimono started to slide down once again, though this time he stopped it just before it reached a lengths others would become digusted at. Running his hand over his legs, the boy smiled a bit more he was hairless from the neck down. And he was proud of his delightful woman-like body, sure their were many cuts up and down his legs from were he had knicked himself time and time again. " Tell me more about yourself"

Kakuani shrugged as he fiddled with his necklace. "I think it's a rather nice name... Not the most friendly but..." He shrugged and shook his head. "I've heard much more terrifying..." He was feeling so restless, especially when Amour questioned his... self. It was quite the rule that gypsies keep private matters private. It could like to witch hunt, vagabond arrests and... Of course the friendly seizing of his belongings. He pat his bag comfortably. "Well, I think your life is far more interesting than mine could ever be. I've never seen a man... resemble a woman so accurately. It's astounding actually."

Kakuani gaped for a moment and tried to brush the comment off... failing horribly of course. He'd never heard anything of the such in his life. It caused him to question his own theories... sexuality... and other things that generally made him feel uncomfortable. "Ahum... What exactly did women do to you? Honestly, I've found men to be twice as cold as any woman. Not---Not in that way of course. I mean, when my family was on the run once--- The woman who hid her, it was her husband who ratted us out." He blinked a few times, trying to find his way through Amour's unique mind. "Ahhh" he sighed, "Well of course one such as yourself would dislike woman, gets in the way of getting your men, eh?" It was more of a question than anything, Kakuani just could seem to swallow... That a man, could have absolute no attraction to a woman.

Rachel walked into the Golden Cutlass and went straight to where Gabriella was sitting, "Katherine says it's time for us to set sail, so I guess we should get all the crew to get to the ship before Katherine sends someone" Rachel sighed and looked around. "By what I have heard, it seems we're going to chase after some mythical pirates..."

Gabriella looked up to Rachel as she spoke, "Yea, I guess we should get them all to head to the ship before Katherine has a fit," she laughed softly until she put her right hand to her mouth, it was a while since she last could laugh and actually mean it, was she getting soft, or was the pain in her heart starting to go away?

Gabriella stood up and looked around, "All crew of the Dementia, it's time to get back to the ship! We will be sailing soon, and if you're too late you will be left behind!" She then nodded to Rachel, and walked out of the bar and headed toward the Dementia.

Rachel nodded back to Gabriella. She watched Gabriella stand up and listened to her announce that the crew was to get back to the ship. She smiled softly then followed the Second Mate out of the bar and out to the Dementia.

Lillian stepped timidly into the dim and smokey atmosphere of the Golden Cutlass. Her heart thudded in her chest, having just barely escaped the watchful eyes of her assigned guard. It was pure luck that he decided to leave her side to go relieve himself in an alleyway. It gave her the perfect chance to escape. She felt a heavy burden on her heart though, for Elora's body hadn't been buried properly to her knowledge.

She tried to push those thoughts away as she approached the bar. She glanced around the room and saw a few lost souls, drinking the evening away and a couple of people working behind the bar. The floor was sprinkled in little bits of peanut shells, but for the most part it seemed a rather well kept place. Though she thought to herself that nothing could be done about the stench in the air of stale booze and a hint of someones up chuck. It was a tavern.

Sitting down on one of the nearest stools she took a look at all the stock behind the bar, lining the walls. Most of it bottles of rums and whiskey. A few barrels of ale could also be seen down the ways a bit. She licked her dry lips and wondered what she would have to do to get a drip of something to drink.

She also pondered to herself whether it was at all possible to work in a place like this. A plan started forming in her head and she brooded over it for awhile, until the smell of cooked beef wafted in the air. Her mouth at that point salivated and she then became aware of her hunger which grew with each passing second.