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"Ayy Christian, long time no see~"

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The sudden connection caused Joe to jump, nearly dropping the glove he’d been pulling back on, after mending it. He let out a growl, whirling around before staring at Christian, closing his eyes in annoyance. “Why. Just why.”

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Normally, Joe wasn’t one for contact unless he initiated it, and even that was a rare occurrence to happen. Kissing was, probably, the least occurring thing in his life. So his surprise was great when the blond leaned over with almost no reason, pulling his scarf down and kissing him. He tensed slightly, before pulling away and standing from the chair he’d been seated it, replacing his scarf over his face. “..Don’t do that.”

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ghost prince {charlie}: BONDAGE LEVEL: JOE THE NIGHTSTALKER

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Christian stopped what he was doing, pulling his hand back from the man’s arm and looking at him. “‘Never seen a scar’? I got plenty o’ scars, mind ya.” He crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow.

"Mind explaining why you were touching mine, then? Or touching me at all, rather?" Joe grunted, tearing off a strip of bandage and wiping the blood away from the wound before wrapping the remaining strip around it firmly, fingers curling into his palm.

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"…Never seen a scar before, boy?" Hissing quietly, Joe’s eyes lifted from what he’d been doing, which had been cutting off bloodied bandages from his upper arm to exchange with clean ones. He’d paused when he felt fingertips trail over a scar on the inside of his arm, looking up to the blond.

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It was hard to say whether the decision to come to the West Indies had been a good one or not; a few new life lessons had been learned, a ship had been commandeered, a brief pirating stint had been had. It was entertaining, to say the least. Of course, that had been such a long time ago. At the turn of the century, really.

But those adventures still lingered in the killer's mind, and had led him back to the warm islands. Why, he was unsure, and yet, they vaguely felt like home. He'd only spent a handful of years being a pirate, and hadn't found it nearly as satisfying as killing for coin.

Most of his time had been spent back in London, giving himself the education he probably never would have received in any lifetime. Years had passed, and yet he'd taken no notice of it; when he'd asked the captain of the ship he'd stowed away on, he was mildly surprised to find that a good eleven or twelve years had passed. Of course, this surprise was quickly pushed away, and when the ship docked in Nassau, it wasn't hard to hear of all the local rumours and new pirates that had risen up. Gossip was rampant, as per usual.

Of course, there was one that caught his attention; a boy, or rather a very young man, had made a small name for himself in Kingston not too long ago. It wasn't odd to hear of a child making a pirate name for themselves, but what surprised him was the clear success people whispered about. Of course, all of this was hush-hush, due to some pardon or other that had come about in Joe's absence. Apparently the kid had vanished with the tide when it was implemented.

All of these were merely rumours; apparently no one really knew anything for sure. "What a shame, would've been interesting to get to know him.." Musing quietly to himself, Joe's finger toyed with a coin on the table. "The Ambrosia, hn.."

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