[littl3chocobo]

he slipped through the door quietly balencing the glass of raw salted eggs the glass of boiled willow-bark 'tea' and the toast on a plate. it was a vile mixture butter and savory and slimy and dry all in one sitting but it was highly effective. he set it all down in front of the captian without once looking at him, his blush saying more than anything else. the boy hoped his auntie had not noticed him though he figured unless the captain did something to anger her it would not only be noted but later questioned. he left as quickly and silently as before but he hung out at the doorway and stared

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