"Cat got your tongue?" Charlette asked with a playful poke to his nose. The cat had to have gotten his tongue, cuz Paul remained quiet, though he did manage a smile. Upon removal of her sweet self from his lap, she thanked him for dinner and informed him of being in her room.<br/><br/><i>Don’t forget the part about if you want her, Old Man.</i><br/><br/>Paul sat right where he was and watched her disappear down the hall.<br/><br/><i>Damn, Commander of U-boat 69! Girl done felt your periscope on the rise. See what I did there? Just checking. Now what you gonna do, Old Man? Ball’s in your court. Or, maybe that should be, balls’ in your court. heh heh</i><br/><br/>Paul stood from his chair at the dining table. This simple act was actually considered progress to the<i>nth </i>degree. Thing is, that’s all he did. Just stood there, contemplating his next move.<br/><br/><i>Permission to speak freely, Commander.</i><br/><br/>What?! Paul thought. Since when did he ever ask for permission?!<br/><br/><i>I’ll take that as a “permission granted,” sir. Now then, Torpedo #1 is loaded and ready for firing. After all, #s 2, 3, and 4 will not be needed. However, you must first venture into the dark oceans known as Charlette’s Sea. The natural wonder is also known as Charlette’s Room, but only to the non-nautical types.<br/>
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Oh, and if I may be so bold, Commander. Jemma had her fuckin’ chance. Sayin’.</i><br/><br/>Hesitating, Paul debated whether to complete kitchen cleanup and<i>then</i>get into a session of<i>Borderlands 3</i>, or the other way around<i>. </i>His Siren, Amara, was always eager for some C.O.V. ass-kicking. Screw that, he thought. Pleasure should always be last. Leftovers were placed in Tupperware and relegated to the fridge. Cluttered sink was cleared, and while he dried his hands, the lights were turned off with a flick of the hand towel, accompanied by Bruce Lee sound effects. (Yeah, y’know what I’m talking about).<br/><br/>Paul stared at his dormant TV. Amara, after all, would have to wait another day. Household lights shut down, he navigated his way toward<i>Charlette’s Sea.<br/>
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Commander of U-69’s order is to DIVE. . .DIVE. . .DIVE. . .<br/>
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Go get her, Old Man.</i>