A cluck of his tongue, and he winks, reaching out to tap two fingers to his companion's arm.
"Now you and I are thinking alike." Hardly enough time on the ship to get to chatting up every interesting face or situation, but now that the earliest and easiest of the introductions and tensions are settling, Licyn's ready to be friendly. Ambling closer with the gait of a man come used to the movement of a ship underfoot, nothing so steady as land, given said land is not actually the back of a whale.
The two sailors, soldiers? Whatever one called those working for the business that these men did. Both glanced up, scowling suspiciously at first at Licyn and his friendly grin, the relaxed line of his shoulders, the lackadaisical cant to his head. Ready for a fight or a complaint, and so he gestures.
"Mind if I have a seat with you? Looks like whatever has you occupied won't end anytime too soon, and the row over here was exciting." A shake of his head, and a glance overboard, lips twitching into something like a frown for the sake of the performance. Easy social interaction, and he's already inviting the commentary, the snide statement about stamina and his return laugh, the wink for the taller sailor with his chapped hands and the suit draped over one lanky leg, "Welcome to test it anytime, love. Probably not while wearing whatever that is, unless there's some new play from your port of origin I've yet to be introduced to."
A lifted brow, and Jim's as easily invited to the conversation and the blinks and laughter Licyn invites at his expense, the sailors not ready to forgive and forget, precisely, but willing to take that frustration and vent it on ignorance to their own sense of superiority.
"Nae, nothing of the kind. 'Less you're into frottin' underwater," the shorter, broader sailor says, his grin not exactly kind, but his posture relaxed from when they'd first approached.
"Or making your package easier for one of the bloody mermaids to latch onto," says the taller sailor, nose wrinkling as he shook his head, bending it forward again to return to his mending of the suit in question. "Right nonsense, that's all you are, Chaed. Don't listen to him if you listen to anyone else here."
"What! Jus' sayin' what you're thinkin', Lahontan."
Lahontan lifted his head, shooting Chaed a deadpan glare. Licyn watches the interplay, settling his elbows on his knees, letting his arms drape forward just as he leaned in the same direction.
"Underwater, you say?"
Chaed shoots him a smirk, Lahontan rolling his eyes and glaring at Jim for no discernible reason beyond him being someone else present and having the honour of not being Licyn. When Lahontan spoke, he directed his question to Jim.
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"Now you and I are thinking alike." Hardly enough time on the ship to get to chatting up every interesting face or situation, but now that the earliest and easiest of the introductions and tensions are settling, Licyn's ready to be friendly. Ambling closer with the gait of a man come used to the movement of a ship underfoot, nothing so steady as land, given said land is not actually the back of a whale.
The two sailors, soldiers? Whatever one called those working for the business that these men did. Both glanced up, scowling suspiciously at first at Licyn and his friendly grin, the relaxed line of his shoulders, the lackadaisical cant to his head. Ready for a fight or a complaint, and so he gestures.
"Mind if I have a seat with you? Looks like whatever has you occupied won't end anytime too soon, and the row over here was exciting." A shake of his head, and a glance overboard, lips twitching into something like a frown for the sake of the performance. Easy social interaction, and he's already inviting the commentary, the snide statement about stamina and his return laugh, the wink for the taller sailor with his chapped hands and the suit draped over one lanky leg, "Welcome to test it anytime, love. Probably not while wearing whatever that is, unless there's some new play from your port of origin I've yet to be introduced to."
A lifted brow, and Jim's as easily invited to the conversation and the blinks and laughter Licyn invites at his expense, the sailors not ready to forgive and forget, precisely, but willing to take that frustration and vent it on ignorance to their own sense of superiority.
"Nae, nothing of the kind. 'Less you're into frottin' underwater," the shorter, broader sailor says, his grin not exactly kind, but his posture relaxed from when they'd first approached.
"Or making your package easier for one of the bloody mermaids to latch onto," says the taller sailor, nose wrinkling as he shook his head, bending it forward again to return to his mending of the suit in question. "Right nonsense, that's all you are, Chaed. Don't listen to him if you listen to anyone else here."
"What! Jus' sayin' what you're thinkin', Lahontan."
Lahontan lifted his head, shooting Chaed a deadpan glare. Licyn watches the interplay, settling his elbows on his knees, letting his arms drape forward just as he leaned in the same direction.
"Underwater, you say?"
Chaed shoots him a smirk, Lahontan rolling his eyes and glaring at Jim for no discernible reason beyond him being someone else present and having the honour of not being Licyn. When Lahontan spoke, he directed his question to Jim.
"Where do you think the tears came from?"