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"Right. One more time. Pay half of the fee to the captain when we sign up and agree to deliver the rest when we arrive, jump over board on the last night and swim ashore, preferably with goods worth worth twice the fee we paid."

Locke strolled back and forth on the pier, flicking his hair back now and then in a fashionable manner.

"Twill?"

A head appeared from behind Freya.

"I know! I must always call you sir and madam and carry your things and brush Fre... madam's hair! Because, that is what servants do!"

"Exactly."

Locke straightened his back and coughed lightly, the only thing he could do to hide a very ungentleman-like grin over Freya's attempt at comprehending why she now held cloth and not steel.

"This really isn't one of your brightest ideas..."

Locke's arms flew out to either side.

"We are going to live like kings for the next week!"

Freya scratched the tip of her nose and lifted her arm experimentally a few times.

"So be it. But..." She started sourly. "I still don't see why - I - have to wear this costume and not you."

Locke cupped his chin with his hand, lifting his head.

"Because, Frey'... For some very odd reason, I think that would seem less convincing."

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Drawn with lots of lulz, for lulz! S'one of my favorite parts in the story. Poor Fre will probably never grasp the idea of a dress, Locke looks more like a pirate because he needs the eyepatch, and Twill thinks this is a very funny game.

... <3

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"Right. One more time. Pay half of the fee to the captain when we sign up and agree to deliver the rest when we arrive, jump over board on the last night and swim ashore, preferably with goods worth worth twice the fee we paid."

Locke strolled back and forth on the pier, flicking his hair back now and then in a fashionable manner.

"Twill?"

A head appeared from behind Freya.

"I know! I must always call you sir and madam and carry your things and brush Fre... madam's hair! Because, that is what servants do!"

"Exactly."

Locke straightened his back and coughed lightly, the only thing he could do to hide a very ungentleman-like grin over Freya's attempt at comprehending why she now held cloth and not steel.

"This really isn't one of your brightest ideas..."

Locke's arms flew out to either side.

"We are going to live like kings for the next week!"

Freya scratched the tip of her nose and lifted her arm experimentally a few times.

"So be it. But..." She started sourly. "I still don't see why - I - have to wear this costume and not you."

Locke cupped his chin with his hand, lifting his head.

"Because, Frey'... For some very odd reason, I think that would seem less convincing."

---

Drawn with lots of lulz, for lulz! S'one of my favorite parts in the story. Poor Fre will probably never grasp the idea of a dress, Locke looks more like a pirate because he needs the eyepatch, and Twill thinks this is a very funny game.

... <3