Yosuke is standing on the deck of the ship and it is raining; his hair is plastered to his face and the puffy shirt Teddie keeps trying to steal from his clothes chest is soaked to the point of transparency and fifteen minutes ago Yukiko tried to feed him some of her latest rum concoction, so in short everything and everyone is terrible.
Except for the captain, maybe, who sidles up to Yosuke quiet as a mouse and drapes his own jacket around his shoulders.
"Ugh," Yosuke says without sniffling, manfully ignoring the fact that a) he is huddling into the jacket, b) there is water dripping off the bridge of his nose and c) his partner is laughing at him, "I'm your first mate -- that stuff's for tavern wenches!"
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Except for the captain, maybe, who sidles up to Yosuke quiet as a mouse and drapes his own jacket around his shoulders.
"Ugh," Yosuke says without sniffling, manfully ignoring the fact that a) he is huddling into the jacket, b) there is water dripping off the bridge of his nose and c) his partner is laughing at him, "I'm your first mate -- that stuff's for tavern wenches!"
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