@ THIRD BITE.

[unelemental]

H'okay, so... uh. What's goin' on with all this screamin' about "lotion" an' "magazines" and shit? I ain't seen any of that. In my personal opinion, you're all a bunch'a damn liars who need to learn ta shut up. Ch. Yer disruptin' my beauty sleep~

... speakin' of stuff. I need a fuckin' toothbrush. I mean, they have 'em in my room, but they're so

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[capn_redd]

My good fellow! You don't need money aboard the ship! Everything is paid!

But if you would like help....

[unelemental]

What're all them shops for, then? Can I jus' like, go in an' take shit from 'em? An' the restaurants too?

No one's runnin' half this stuff anyway! Someone's gotta do it, eh?

[capn_redd]

Yes, exactly. All expenses paid!

I suppose so! So hard to get decent help, hrmm? What did you have in mind?

[unelemental]

What, didn'cha hear me? I'll work at the coffee shop, if'y got one. And like, I can drink the coffee there. For free.

[massagecat]

Unforeseen circumstances do not need apologies, sir. Tomorrow will be fine, assuming all goes well.

[unelemental]

Aww, thass nice ta hear.

Where's yer spa, might I ask? This place is goddamn huge.

[massagecat]

The spa is located on Deck two.

[unelemental]

Chh, thanks~

See ya then.

[youdbettertip]

Service. Bitches?

[unelemental]

Yeah~!

'Zat your job, honey?

[electronichound]

You're an odd one. What's your name?

[unelemental]

Iodine Alastor. Whaddya mean by 'odd', hm? Never seen a demon b'fore?