Oh, with the sword. No. Nope. Definitely no plans to do any of that. No swords in bed. No pinning--no pining either. Just two blokes, two mates, sleeping in the same room, several feet apart because they're not--]
I'll be gentle. [And just...not think about it. Ever.]
Here we go-- [After counting the doors they pass--because the damn numbers on the signs don't mean anything--he stops them in front of one cabin door and manages to open it without dropping Stede. One of his finer moments, he thinks.
He turns on the light as he has learned how to do since arriving and they're greeted with the standard cabin: starboard facing even numbered room, with its large porthole window, the queen-sized bed, a couch (which folds out, but Ed has not and likely will not discover that on his own--what the hell even), the blank glass screen that is some sort of weird flat box (Ed is not sure what it is, but it's apparently a tee-vee), and a door to the bathroom. There are no other occupants. Just the two of them. Alone.
As soon as they're in, he kicks the door shut and comes alive with energy. Come Stede, look at his fancy new crib. Digs? What are the young people calling it these days.]
See? Big bed, couch. And--the best part--wait for it, you haven't even seen the best part. Come here. Look. [Both beckoning and guiding Stede over, he opens the door to the small bathroom and turns on the light. Theatrically, Ed strikes a sort of TA-DA pose.]
You don't have to piss or shit into a bucket and dump it. It goes away. All you have to do is push this thing-- [He flushes the toilet and gives Stede a very excited, pleased look. It'd be the best thing since sliced bread, but that hasn't happened yet.]
And [gesturing to the shower] if you want to get clean, you can get hot water just by turning one of those knobs. The red one. For hot, I guess. Blue's cold. No bath, but it beats having to haul it in and sponge off.
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Fuck, don't threaten him with a good time.
Oh, with the sword. No. Nope. Definitely no plans to do any of that. No swords in bed. No pinning--no pining either. Just two blokes, two mates, sleeping in the same room, several feet apart because they're not--]
I'll be gentle. [And just...not think about it. Ever.]
Here we go-- [After counting the doors they pass--because the damn numbers on the signs don't mean anything--he stops them in front of one cabin door and manages to open it without dropping Stede. One of his finer moments, he thinks.
He turns on the light as he has learned how to do since arriving and they're greeted with the standard cabin: starboard facing even numbered room, with its large porthole window, the queen-sized bed, a couch (which folds out, but Ed has not and likely will not discover that on his own--what the hell even), the blank glass screen that is some sort of weird flat box (Ed is not sure what it is, but it's apparently a tee-vee), and a door to the bathroom. There are no other occupants. Just the two of them. Alone.
As soon as they're in, he kicks the door shut and comes alive with energy. Come Stede, look at his fancy new crib. Digs? What are the young people calling it these days.]
See? Big bed, couch. And--the best part--wait for it, you haven't even seen the best part. Come here. Look. [Both beckoning and guiding Stede over, he opens the door to the small bathroom and turns on the light. Theatrically, Ed strikes a sort of TA-DA pose.]
You don't have to piss or shit into a bucket and dump it. It goes away. All you have to do is push this thing-- [He flushes the toilet and gives Stede a very excited, pleased look. It'd be the best thing since sliced bread, but that hasn't happened yet.]
And [gesturing to the shower] if you want to get clean, you can get hot water just by turning one of those knobs. The red one. For hot, I guess. Blue's cold. No bath, but it beats having to haul it in and sponge off.
It's fucking heaven, mate.