Sailor AU. I got inspired by Donald Duck, since he regularly calls Daisy 'toots'.
Warnings: none
She didn't mean to intrude on the ship. Really. Her curiosity was to blame for the accidental trespassing.
She bit her lip. Maybe it was about time she stopped using that excuse for everything.
"I'm so so sorry, sir," she whimpered. "I should've known better."
The sailor before her, in his surprisingly clean sailor garb, had a stern frown, nearly identical to that of a grumpy old man, complete with the bushy brows, but the clear and smooth skin present everywhere a wrinkle would be betrayed that thought. He had a mature look about him, yet he was still young. His eyes, narrowed though they were, were round. His cheeks featured lovely dimples as he tightened his jaw. He was quite handsome.
She flushed as she realized she was staring.
"What brings you to this side of town?" he asked. She somehow expected a gruff, husky voice, but what she got was a smooth, bass voice. It was clear, not very breathy, and had no sign of voice cracks.
"Oh … uh … I was lost in my thoughts, I guess," she said. "You won't get me in trouble, right?"
She should have kept her mouth closed.
"No … I won't."
She stood corrected.
"However, my boss might." He paused as he studied her. Her eyebrows raised in fear, "I would go back home if I were you. Don't worry. I won't tell anybody you were here."
"Oh …" She wasn't expecting that. "Thank you."
He seemed well-educated for a sailor. He was speaking with grammatically correct sentences, and she hadn't heard a single slang word come from his mouth. Did he come from a rich family? Did he read often? Why wasn't he speaking like other sailors?
He quietly smiled at her as she looked at him in a daze, as if she were deep in thought. He turned with a chuckle and said, "I'll see you around, toots."
Oh. So, that's where the sailor part came in.
Written in early 2019.