[littl3chocobo]

"you act as if the health of the child is anything of my business. if it dies it would not be roux who would tell me and what would you have me do instead? tell them i have had an affair with my guard and must be carried because i am too weak to stand from the sheer girth of what my body consumed?"

[Poggio]

Ree said nothing least more of his words be turned against him. He looked at the door hoping the guards were not clever enough to realize it was he that hurt the prince. He rose "You do not care about the child and yet you stopped me from killing it. I am going to go fetch your things to occupy your mind while you rest."

[littl3chocobo]

he did not mention that its usefulness was up and if she lost it now then it would be easy to find some servant with skin and hair like his to make her another one and that as long as she was able a child would be forthcoming no matter when it came

[Poggio]

He slipped out of the room and past the guards that were now stationed infront of his quarters. He wandered inside Kais room finding what he needed and quickly retreated. Once back inside his room he set the books beside Kais. "Is there anything else you need?"

[littl3chocobo]

by the time ree had returned he was back under the blankets with the book in-hand as if the knock had never come and he lounged, waiting. "only for ree to come back over here so that i may finish reading."

[littl3chocobo]

this is the new start to vie!

[littl3chocobo]

they had been sailing under the captain's hand for nearly a month and already it felt like a year. from his perch up on deck covered in blankets he could look out over the great expanse of blue and when noone was looking he could watch ree work with the sailors and contemplate what the mate had said about ree and touching

[Poggio]

Out of the shadows he could see the red haired Prince. The man seemed distracted with the sea. Taking his shirt off his back to wipe away the sweat on his brow he continued to secure the sails. Once they were finished he abandoned the labor for his most important job. Guarding the forlorn body. He couldn't help himself as his hands fell naturally to the prince waist. “If you like I am sure the Captain would let you swim.” He whispered playfully into the waiting ear.

[littl3chocobo]

pulling the hands off he snarled and tried to escape, "get off of me!" the command was heeded but not before a slick tongue found the side of his face and he had to whip his head away to hide the heat it left, "the water is too cold for swimming"

[Poggio]

"I know ways of warming the water, you need only let me." With that his hands once again found Kais but this time they found the little rivets under hidden beneath the blouse close to the mans waistline. "Are you hungry?"

[littl3chocobo]

this was the second or third time ree had done it and he was as helpless to respond as he was the first time the damnable hand found him. saying nothing he shivered as his body froze under the cruel touch

[Poggio]

His brow raised at the power his fingers held. Shifting he tenderly let the fingers pull the prince away from his perch. When he continued to get no answer he let his fingers delve deeper below the band caressing the mans hips.

[littl3chocobo]

the touch wreaked havoc on his mind but his body was freed by the virtue of reflex and his hands removed the offending touch before it could do more than ghost over a place it did not belong

[Poggio]

This time he did nothing more then laugh and press his lips close to the prince asking his question again. "Are you hungry? If so the cook has said we must catch fish."

[littl3chocobo]

when he found his voice he used it to refuse the other on both accounts. he would not touch a live fish and he would not go about killing it either. ree and the others could do their work without him

[Poggio]

Grinning, Ree nearly followed the man like a lost puppy until he realized there would be no dinner if he did. He let the prince be and took to the nets that rested near the bottom of the ship. His haul produced an assortment of sea life. He and the cook scaled and cleaned until there were more callouses on his palms and the smell of fish was soaked into his clothes. The sun dale had shifted and the sky was drifting towards its orange evening by the time he brought the two boils of broth and bread to his quarters. He kicked the door attempting to knock on it.