If you say so. [Only one of them, surely, had ever looked for a barber in any port at all. This particular item fitted solidly into Stede's specialist subjects, not Edward's.
Another moment watching his co-captain, and Edward pulls himself to his feet, fingers once again lingering on the gentle sweeps of his braided hair. A moment has to be spent twisting this way and that, studying his own bare arms and chest for any last signs of grime, brushing at the last few particulates of grit and muck from the pieces of his life outside these walls.
A satisfied nod, and his gaze flits thoughtfully over the room.] There's a robe?
[Something soft would be quite pleasant in a moment like this--something that extended the feeling of belonging here, in this place, with this man.]
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Another moment watching his co-captain, and Edward pulls himself to his feet, fingers once again lingering on the gentle sweeps of his braided hair. A moment has to be spent twisting this way and that, studying his own bare arms and chest for any last signs of grime, brushing at the last few particulates of grit and muck from the pieces of his life outside these walls.
A satisfied nod, and his gaze flits thoughtfully over the room.] There's a robe?
[Something soft would be quite pleasant in a moment like this--something that extended the feeling of belonging here, in this place, with this man.]