[there is something enchanting with Ed touching his lips like that. He keeps his hand on Ed's chest because it's nice there and it's almost as if they're hugging again.
Though his mood is doused a little at the question]
He's a creeper. One of those that smile all the time and act like they know the universe but really keep pet spiders or suck bat eggs or something. I don't know. I'll have to find somewhere else to keep my things because I don't trust him not to take them. The letter of the law and all that.
The rooms are just awful too. I don't even have a bed. Just a sofa. No curtains or cushions or book nook. They call this a luxury liner. They don't know the meaning of the term. And they use too much starch in the bed linens. I should not be able to bounce a dubloon off it.
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Though his mood is doused a little at the question]
He's a creeper. One of those that smile all the time and act like they know the universe but really keep pet spiders or suck bat eggs or something. I don't know. I'll have to find somewhere else to keep my things because I don't trust him not to take them. The letter of the law and all that.
The rooms are just awful too. I don't even have a bed. Just a sofa. No curtains or cushions or book nook. They call this a luxury liner. They don't know the meaning of the term. And they use too much starch in the bed linens. I should not be able to bounce a dubloon off it.