<i><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Switch Maltrese</span></span>​</div></i><br/><span style="font-size: 10px"><div style="text-align: center">Switch wasn't one to play with her food, and always looked at people funny when they did. But she managed to marshal her features so that she didn't look so curious about Jasna's eating habits. She ate her food with a practiced ease, with a certain grace that was practically unheard of on a pirate ship. But it was how she grew up. For a long time it had been her focus to control her darker half to eat with patience and manners, but now it was just second nature. Howl had always thought it odd that she ate the way she ate, but he had never really bothered to ask. It was on the tip of his tongue now, she could tell, but he wasn't going to ask in front of his charge. She felt a strangeness upon being on this ship and it hadn't left her since the cargo had been sealed away. She couldn't help but comment on it and her words sounded ominous and mixed with a warning.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">"I do not like whatever is on board our ship. The sooner we are without it, the better the atmosphere shall be. I am usually quiet about such matters...but I feel unease at the presence that cargo brings here."</span><br/>
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She knew Howl was looking at her funny and she knew that he had felt the strangeness. But he was shocked that she had actually spoken about her unrest. She knew he had caught her walking around aimlessly, muttering to herself about the possibilities of whatever it was that was on their ship. She had an inkling it wasn't good. She hoped it wasn't what she was thinking it was. If it was what she thought...Her thoughts drifted away as she found her foot tapping against the floor. She never did that. Stopping the motion, she continued to eat her food as if nothing different had occurred. She hoped that she wouldn't lose herself at the end of this voyage. Two weeks seemed like nothing...and yet they seemed like an eternity that she was not ready for.<br/>​</div></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#1e90ff">+Howl Hatter</span></span></b>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: left"><ul>
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<li data-xf-list-type="ul"><span style="font-size: 10px">To say he was shocked at her little confession was an understatement. She never spoke like that unless she felt something was not right and what she said had just confirmed that they might not be safe on board- especially with her on it. He had seen Switch walking at all hours upon the ship restlessly, trying to figure out what it was that was on board. He knew it wasn't good for his own darker nature- that he had taken years to get under control- that had started to surface whenever he had been near the cargo hold and the door hadn't been shut all the way. It was like pure evil had been leaking out of it. He didn't want to upset Jasna or the rest of the crew so he said nothing. But the brooding air surrounding Switch did not bode well. <br/>
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Feeling Jasna's leg brush against his own before snapping back, he grinned at her, loving how she tried so hard not to react to him. But that was just all part of the game of chase. She denied, and he took a few steps forward. He would have his little juicy gazelle one of these days. It wasn't like she could get away from him. He finished the rest of his meal quickly, still not satisfied. It was all right, but it could be better. Still, his stomach rumbled for more food and soon he left to go grab another plate heaped with different food. He had wanted to tease his charge further, but he was pretty damn hungry. Upon his return, however, the teasing started.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">"I'm glad my opinion means so much...and if it does...I think you should adjust your wardrobe to show off some more cleavage. You shouldn't hide the goods, love."</span><br/>
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He gave her a full perverted grin before he popped a whole roll into his mouth and chewed it slowly, savoring the warm bread. It had been awhile since he had had warm bread, and the texture and flavor was like heaven on his tongue. But he wanted something else on his tongue and it definitely involved the fire-haired goddess sitting across from him.<br/>
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