<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"><i><span style="font-size: 12px">Switch Maltrese</span></i></span>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 10px">Switch said nothing as the Captain spoke, watching the group from her own kind of comfortable distance. She was concerned about the bruising on Ava's face, but she wasn't exactly sure why. Probably because he kept bitching about it and it was just so daunting to listen to. She would just have to fix it then and make him shut up. But was there something else? She didn't know. She wasn't sure why she felt slightly protective. Perhaps it was because her body clock was ticking and she wanted her own family? She had many more centuries to live- if she survived- and could start a family whenever. The chances of having one however, was slim. Sometimes she wished she and Howl were more attracted to each other and could be what the other needed- but it was not meant to be. Howl was her fun and her family. You didn't sleep around with family, at least, not in her book despite her Family's inbreeding amongst higher ranking demons. Ava was different? Maybe. She couldn't quite decipher it. Maybe he was like a little brother? She decided to go with that as she walked along the railing, knowing he had wanted to test her balance. She had perfect balance, she was a half-breed after all. She knew Ava would be in sour spirits all day and she didn't want any part of it so she took her time following him into the Galley, watching the way he walked like a determined man. It was a little silly.<br/>
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If Karita and Jasna were balancing opposites, then Switch was the neutral party in between. She was the dark matter, so to speak, that held them together in comfortable balance. They were the scales and she was the metaphorical angel between them holding them up. Or something like that. She was hardly an angel, much less a metaphorical one. She smiled lightly to herself as she stepped down onto the deck and entered the Galley. She trailed behind Ava for a moment before she tapped him on the arm. If he bothered to turn around to look at her, she would gently touch his face and look at the bruise forming along his jaw. She spoke softly.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff6347">"If you would like me to fix that, I can."</span><br/>
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It was all she said. She didn't bother to wait for an answer because touching his skin made hers tingle and though her face and eyes gave nothing away, it felt too much to bear. It was hard to touch people for long, but with him...she felt like staying there and it wasn't acceptable. At least for her. She didn't act on such impulses and had never really felt them either. Perhaps she would talk to Howl about it later and see if he could tell her anything. Probably not besides how nice she looked in her outfit. <br/>
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But if he didn't turn around, she would simply tell him quietly that if he wanted help with healing his bruise he could come looking for her and she would take care of it. Wandering around, she would get some fruit and meat from the Galley chef before sitting herself elegantly at a table. Removing her two swords, she put them on the ground with a creaking thud that shook the tables before settling. Mostly it was her giant sword that had all the weight. Her slender blade was practically weightless and more like a katana. But they obviously weren't her only weapons. Settling into her seat, she ate her food in relative silence until Howl set down his plate piled high with different food. He ate like a garbage bin and talked as if they never dropped a conversation. It was comforting in a way.</span>​</div><span style="font-size: 12px"><b><br/>
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Howl couldn't keep his curiosity at bay as he had watched the interaction between her and the other man. It made him protective of her, but he wouldn't admit it out loud. Well, maybe he would. Who knew? His eyes had tracked Jasna and he couldn't help but latch onto his favorite body parts. He liked the whole package, but he did have his preferences. He wanted her naked and writhing beneath him like a wanton slut but blushing like a virginal bride. thinking about it did amazing things to his libido, but not so much for his stroking arm. He chewed on a carrot as he thought of all the ways he could get beautiful relief in the form of a red-headed vixen. He would sink so deep-<br/>
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Switch muttered something to him about keeping it in his pants and he grinned at her as he stealthily adjusted his pants to suit the added...inches. Man, being on this ship was going to kill him if he didn't get some of what Jasna was selling. She smelled like night roses mixed with summer morning. Just plain delicious. He could tell he was just staring out into space by the way Switch raised her brow at him and he gave her a cheeky grin. She just laughed softly and ate her dainty looking meal. He wondered why she tempered her meals like that when he knew she could eat twice as much as he could. He wondered if it was a cover-up and it seemed very much like her style. She kept herself hidden like a wolf in sheep's clothing. She wanted to protect the women from the most dangerous thing on the ship: Herself. And well, him of course. It was then that he remembered something.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">"What happened when they were putting in the cargo?"</span><br/>
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His usual goofy-crazy expression faded into stoic seriousness, staring her down into talking. She put her palm over her mouth and looked away as she rested her chin against her wrist. She always put her hand over her mouth pensively when she didn't know what to say. It was her subtle form of being unsure. The fact she was making that expression worried him. He hoped he wouldn't have to hurt her to keep her safe.</span>​</div></li>
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