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Chapter 8: Chip Shop
Hazel's POV:
Huh, everythin's DARK. Ah, I must've passed out from blood loss, lol. I EVER so slowly crack my eyes open, and stare at the wooden ceilin'. This place feels DIFFERENT from Harry's. He must've gotten me some help, like I KNEW he would. I wouldn't have let myself, bleed out, otherwise. Man, I WISH I could've seen the look on his dad's face when Harry helped me XD. It feels like some of my organs have ruptured, oh well. "Oh my, YOU'RE ALIVE!", some guy exclaims. I look ta my right, and a short tubby old guy's standin' by me. "REALLY? I would've never guessed.", I quip. I try ta sit up, but the guy FRANTICALLY jesters for me ya stay lyin' down. "Harry will be so happy to see that you're awake!", he exclaims. He immediately runs off ta fetch Harry. I wonder how long I've been sleepin'? I sit up, and wince in PAIN. Well, that's NEW. I look down at the bandages on my stomach. Well, that simply won't do at all. My eyes shift in color from blue to red as a red glow emanates from my injury. I can FEEL my internal organs meldin' themselves together. I don't heal myself COMPLETELY, since that'd be pretty hard ta explain. I let the glow dim and my eyes shift back ya their 'normal' color. Then I flop back down as I hear 2 sets of footsteps clompin' down the stairs. Harry RUSHES over ta me, as I turn my head ta look at him. I can practically FEEL the, relief, rollin' off him as he kneels down beside me. HA, this is way ta easy. "Hey, puddin'.", I softly greet.
Harry's POV:
I raced downstairs as soon as Uncle Smee tol' meh tha' she's awake. I almost didn' 'lieve him as 1st. He just finished fixin' 'er up, she should 'till be reco'erin'. Sure 'nough, she 'urns 'er head ta look at meh as I knelt down 'side 'er. She greets meh with a dumb pet name. 'nder normal circumstances I would've snapped at 'er ta ne'er call meh tha', I let it slide this 1 time though. "Hiya.", I reply with a smile. 'er smile brightens. "Why'd ya do it, lass?", I can' help but ask. She could've easily ran off 'r kicked me arse. So why didn' she? "I knew ya wouldn't have been able ta ACTUALLY stab me yareself.", she replies. I narrow me eyes at 'er. Wha's she mean by tha'? Is she callin' meh weak? "Ya wouldn't hurt me, Harry.", she states. I laugh 'fore standin' up. She sounds so sure o' 'erself. She acts like she actually knows meh, but she doesn' know a thin' 'bout meh. "How'd ya know tha', huh?", I ask. She sits up, 'nd me Uncle rushes o'er ta 'er. "You shouldn't overexert yourself, you must still be weak from blood loss. You're really lucky to be awake right now.", Uncle Smee advises. I sit down next ta 'er so she won' be tempted ta hop up. "Ya mean, I'm lucky ta be ALIVE right now.", tha lass corrects. Well, I wasn' gonna say anythin', but basically. Uncle Smee anxiously looks away. "So, what's yare name, stranger?", Hazel asks. Well tha's 1 way ta change tha subject. "This is me Uncle Smee.", I say. Tha lass nods 'er head in understandin'. "Well it's nice ta meet ya Mistah Smee. I'm Hazel.", she cheerfully says. Well she's awfully chipper 'or someone who almost kicked tha bucket.
Hazel's POV:
I stick my hand out for Mistah Smee ta shake. Which he, reluctantly, takes. "So do ya just pay, half, of Harry's livin' expenses or ALL of his livin' expenses?", I ask. Mistah Smee actually JUMPS back in shock, I giggle. I'm guessin' he wasn't expectin' me ta ask him somethin' like THAT. It would make sense though, I heard that Mistah Smee was a LOT nicer compared ta his Captain. I mean, he clearly fixed me up 'cause Harry asked him ta, and Harry clearly trusted him enough ta bring me here without the fear of bein' punished for it. Harry wouldn't be this relaxed if he thought he was in danger. Harry immediately stiffens at my question, and shoots a glare my way. I'll take it he still believes all the, bullshit, that flows out of his dad's alcohol filled mouth. "How'd you-?", Mistah Smee starts before immediately cuttin' himself off. WOW, I didn't think he'd admit it that easily. Harry's head snaps in Mistah Smee's direction. His uncle look's really GUILTY right now, exactly how someone would look if they'd been caught in a lie. "Uncle Smee?", Harry questions in 1 of the most confused tones of voice I've probably ever heard. Lol, looks like it's ta LATE ta, backtrack, on that now. "You were never supposed to find out, son. Especially not in this way. How'd you even know about that, girly?", Mistah Smee asks me. "WELL, I didn't know it was ya exactly. I just knew that there was no way in HELL that Daddy Dearest was, capable, enough ta take care of the bills. I put 2 and 2 together when he called ya Uncle, and since ya seem ta ACTUALLY care about him.", I explain. Harry shakes his head as he jumps ta his feet. Uh oh, looks like SOMEONE'S in denial.
Harry's POV:
NO, there's no way she's right 'bout this. Me dad wouldn't do tha' ta us, 'nd Uncle Smee wouldn' lie ta us 'bout it. "Uncle Smee, she's lyin', isn' she? Me dad wouldn' 'ave put us through wha' he has 'or no good reason, 'nd ya wouldn' lie ta us like tha' 'or all this time. Ya can' be serious.", I say. Uncle Smee give meh tha' sad look tha's so familiar ta meh. Tha same look he used ta 'ive meh e'erytime he'd patch meh up. Tha same look he used ta 'ive meh when I'd come cryin' ta him aft'r a client was finally done with meh, when I was 'till new ta tha business tha' is. I slowly shake me head as I back 'way. "Son, please just let me explain. I-", me Uncle 'tarts 'fore I cut him off. "Wha's there ta explain?! Ya 'nd Da lied ta us 'or all these years! E'erthin' I went through, was all 'or nothin'! Ya know wha' I was goin' through, wha' I'm stillin' goin' through! Yet ya just sat by 'nd did nothin' 'bout it, ya just let it happen!", I scream. Uncle Smee's cryin' at this point, 'nd I'm pretty close ta gettin' there meself. I need ta get out o' 'ere. "I never wanted ANY of this to happen! Your father was planning on selling you and your sister to clients with or without my money! I payed for all of you so he WOULDN'T sell you kids, but he did it anyway to feed his rapidly growing alcohol addiction! He threatened to give you kids TWICE as many clients if I didn't keep up my monthly payments! I tried, and I'm still currently trying, to get your father to stop, but he just won't listen to me! He says your his kids, and he can do whatever he pleases with you. I'm so sorry, son! I truly am, please believe me on this!", Uncle Smee explains.
Hazel's POV:
Wow, shit's gettin' REAL intense, hella fast. I figured Harry would be absolutely fuckin' LIVID, just not at his Uncle. He should be yellin' all this shit ta his dad, not the person who ACTUALLY gives a shit about him. "Why should I believe ANYTHIN' ya say?! Ya clearly can' be trusted!", Harry yells before runnin' up the same set of stairs he run down minutes ago. "Harry, WAIT!", Mistah Smee pleads. Welp, looks like I've got ta go after him now. I spring up and run after him. "Hazel, wait! You shouldn't be running in your condition!", Mistah Smee exclaims. "Stay here! I'll get him back for ya!", I shout over my shoulder. I run above deck JUST Harry's about ta leave. "Harry!", I exclaim. He stops, looks over me, then runs off ANYWAY. Excuse me, but did you just acknowledge my existence then run away ANYWAY? That's not allowed, sir. I sprint after him, usin' a lil magic ta catch up with him. I grab his arm and give it a YANK, effectively haltin' him in his tracks. I look around and it LOOKS like we're at the end of the, docks. "Wha' do ya want now?!", he snaps at me. Well someone's in a bad mood. I let go of his arm, and place a hand on his cheek. He swats my hand away. "Mistah Smee DOES care about ya, ya know. He did try ta help in his own way.", I say. He narrows his eyes at me and stalks closer, invadin' my personal space. "How would ya e'en know tha'?! Ya've just met him! Ya act like ya know e'erythin', but ya don' know a Goddamn thin' 'bout anyone!", he snaps. He's clearly takin' his anger and frustration out on me.
Harry's POV:
"I may have just met the guy, but ANYONE with a pair of eyes could see that he cares about ya. I also know enough about ya ta know ya're not mad at yare Uncle.", tha lass says. I step e'en closer so I'm loomin' o'er 'er. Lassy really needs ta learn when ta leave thin' 'lone 'nd when ta keep 'er big mouth shut. She really doesn' wanna fuck with meh right now. "Ya don' know meh at all then if ya t'ink I'm not super fuckin' ticked off at tha ol' geezer.", I retort. How could I NOT be crossed with him right now aft'r wha' he'd done! I'd 'ave ta be insane. "Ya're not though, that's the THING. Ya love that 'ol' geezer', I could see how much that HURT ya when ya found out he was pullin' yare leg. He's still Captain Hook's 1st mate, ISN'T he? He was probably followin' pirate code or somethin' at the very least. If he didn' indirectly help yare dad fuel his alcohol addiction, he just would've made ya work even HARDER ta make up for it.", she reasons. UURRRRGGGGHHHH. I CAN' BELIEVE SHE'S USIN' OUR PIRATE CODE O' CONDUCT 'GAINST MEH RIGHT NOW! I really HATE ta admit this, but she's probably right. Deep down I t'ink I know she's right, but it's not like I'll e'er admit it. Me hand flies ta 'er neck 'fore I e'en 'ave ta much time ta t'ink 'bout it. "I don' love anyone, love's WEAK. Real villains don' feel shit like love.", I growl as I tighten me grip 'round 'er neck. She doesn' flinch 'r stop meh, 'nd she doesn' back 'way either. Why does she let meh hurt 'er? She's just been seriously injured, shouldn't she be avoidin' gettin' injured any further.
Hazel's POV:
Well, I'm glad ta see he's not takin' it EASY on me just 'cause got lil paper cut on my stomach. Fuck, he low key looks SSOOOO hot right now. "Harder, Daddy.", I moan out. He IMMEDIATELY lets go and starts maniacally laughin'. He actually DROPS ta the fuckin' ground clutchin' his stomach, so I start laughin' ta. Looks like someone's startin' ta feel better. I knew he'd get over it sooner or later. He might be, prideful, but he's not ILLOGICAL. His dad probably wants ta beat his ASS, or give him 20 more 'clients, they're both BASICALLY the same thin'. So he can't really go home right now, or ever, and seein' that he has ta sleep SOMEWHERE.. Makin' up with baldin' tubby back there is the only option left. He shakily rises ta his feet before wipin' his eyes. "Ya should've told meh 'fore hand tha' ya get off ta bein' choked.", Harry laughs out. I give him an, amused, look before walkin' in the direction of the marketplace. I have a feelin' he won't be ta KEEN on goin' back right this, moment. I wonder if they've cleaned up ALL the overturned booths, yet. I hear him jog behind me. "What would ya have done if I HAD told ya?", I ask. He lengthens his strides ever so SLIGHTLY, and cuts in front of me. He, spins, around so he can look at me or somethin'. "I was just messin' 'round, I thought ya were jokin' 'fore. That's definitely 1 o' tha few thin's I can get 'hind though.", Harry says with the BIGGEST shit eatin' grin on his face. "I should've figured ya were the BDSM type. Well at least ya won't be borin' ta fuck.", I remark. His steps falter and he fuckin' TRIPS, I grab his jacket before he crashes ta the ground.
Harry's POV:
I can' believe I let meself trip! It's a good thin' no one else saw tha'. I quickly regain me balance, 'nd slap tha lass' arms 'way. I didn' need 'er help, I could've easily kept me balance just fine on me own. "I didn' ask 'or yare help.", I snap 'fore brushin' me jacket off. She rolls 'er eyes at meh, but 'till keeps tha' dumb grin on 'er face. "Just cause ya didn't ASK for it, doesn't mean ya didn't need it. Speakin' of WHICH, follow me.", she retorts 'fore grabbin' me hand 'nd sprintin' down tha alley. "Wha're ya doin'?!", I snap as I stumble 'hind 'er. I can' let people see meh gettin' dragged 'round by this girl, that'll be detrimental ta my VK cred. I try ta yank me hand out o' 'er grip, but she really won' let up. We sprint through a few alleys 'til we're standin' in tha remains o' tha marketplace. Tha place is 'till in shambles, 'nd tha vendors look PISSED. O' how I wish I could take credit 'or all this. "Hey, Hook! Are you responsible for all this damage, you fucking bastard!?", some lesser known vendor shouts while pointin' at meh. Tha' catches tha attention o' some o' tha other vendors. They all 'tart ta crowd 'round us, which I wouldn' really give a shit 'bout if some o' 'em weren' holdin' hammers 'nd pipes. I shift ta 'tand slightly 'n front o' tha lass. I could take on these bums no problem, it's tha lass tha' might 'ave some trouble. She is 'till recoverin' afta all.. NOT THA' I CARE 'R ANYTHIN'. "I didn' do any o' this, fellas. So if ya will excuse us, we've got somewhere ta be.", I say as I move ta shove 'em 'side.
Hazel's POV:
Huh, and here I thought he'd JUMP at the chance ta take credit for this. He SURELY can't be, scared, of a few guys with some hammers. He's got a SWORD for fucks sake. They shove him back as he tries ta get through. Welp, it looks like I'll be causin' some more INJURIES today. I hop in front of him. "Harry's not lyin', JUST so ya know. He didn't do all this, but I know who DID.", I say in a sing song tone of voice. "Oh really? And who might that be, little girl?", some bearded guy with a beer belly asks me while crossin' his arms. "What the fuck did ya just call me?", I ask while smilin'. "Are you deaf or something, LITTLE GIRL?", the guy taunts. Oh, I'm gonna ENJOY bashin' his skull in. The guys around him start laughin' at his remark, they're gonna regret that. I look over at Harry, he doesn't look amused. "Ya better 'tay out o' this lass, 'fore thin's get out o' hand.", Harry advises before drawin' out his sword. It, almost, sounds like he actually CARES about my well bein'. Those guys stiffen up and shift inta fightin' stances. We're surrounded, Harry won't be able ta handle multiple attacks from every angle. "Awwww, are you trying to protect your little girlfriend? I didn't know you liked them young, Hook. From what I'VE HEARD, you prefer much older company.", a different guy taunts. Right so, THAT one's definitely dyin'. I discreetly summon my sledgehammer. I twirl in front of Harry, and power slam my sledgehammer into the 'older company' guy's face. He plops inta the ground, and looks unconscious.
Harry's POV:
WHERE THA FUCK DID SHE GET THA'?! "You little bitch!", 1 o' tha vendors shouts. 'nother bends down ta check 'n tha cunt tha' was tauntin' meh 'bout me job. Wha's tha lass e'en doin'? She can' fight 'n tha condition she's 'n. "He's just unconscious, he'll be fine.", tha 1's who's squattin' down says. I guess he checked tha other guy's pulse 'r somethin' like tha'. He 'tands up, but as soon as he does tha', tha lass SLAMS 'er hammer with all 'er might inta tha knocked out guy's face. His head busts open like a watermelon, 'nd e'eryone just 'tands there in shock, includin' meh. Tha lass wasn' jokin' when she said 'er skills include killin'. She draws back 'er hammer 'nd 'tarts manically cacklin'. Lass seriously has somethin' wrong upstairs, but it's not like I can be 1 ta talk o' course. Tha vendors look pretty disturbed, 1 e'en takes a step back. She stops cacklin' afta a moment, 'nd stares at 'er bloody hammer 'n interest. "Red's SUCH a pretty color, isn't it?", she asks. I move ta 'tand next ta 'er, 'nd clap a hand 'n 'er shoulder. "Aye, ya're right there, lass.", I respond. They're scared o' 'er, I can 'ell. So by association, they'll be scared o' meh ta. Well, e'en MORE scared then they were 'fore. They ne'er e'en THOUGHT 'bout standin' up ta meh 'til just now. We'll 'ave ta make sure tha' doesn' happen again. They need ta 'member their place. Hazel smiles up at meh, 'nd not a crazy smile either, a genuine 1. Now'd be a good time ta use 'er crush 'n meh ta me advantage. I brush a lock o' hair 'hind 'er ear, then lean 'n ta whisper 'n 'er ear.
Hazel's POV:
"I trust ya ta, Hazel.", Harry whispers in my ear. I can feel my face heat up. No one's ever ACTUALLY trusted me before, not even my mother... "HEY! What're you 2 whispering about?!", 1 of those guys shout. We ignore him of course, he's not allowed ta ruin this lil 'moment'. As he pulls away I land a kiss on his lips, he looks slightly surprised as he straightens back up. "I'll kick yare ass if ya get yareself hurt, Hooky. UNDERSTOOD?", I ask. He immediately nods in understanin'. "Good", I comment before naruto runnin' at that guy who made the 'lil girl' comment. I tackle him ta the ground as Harry fights the guys who attempt ta pull me off him. I give him a wide eyed smile as I pull out a butter knife. "Ha! What do you think you're going to do with THAT?", the guys laughs. "Well I'm SOOOO glad ya asked.", I reply before gouging 1 of his eyes out. He screams in pain as he tries ta push me off him. I step on 1 of his arms and block his other when he tries ta smack me with his pathetic excuse for a hammer. I smash his wrist in with my sledgehammer, then gouge his other eye out. His screamin' and cursin' intensifies, unintentionally drawin' the attention of some of the other residents. The crack their doors open and creep out of their houses ta watch the massacre. I smash the guy's other wrist in before jammin' my butter knife inta both of his palms. I hop off him, only ta smash in his ankles and knee caps. I'm pretty sure he'd be cryin' at this point if his eye sockets weren't gushin' blood.
Harry's POV:
I fend off all blokes that were tryin' ta yank tha lass off their mate. I let 'em off with a few cuts, there wouldn't be anythin' left 'or us ta steal if I killed off all tha vendors. This'll teach 'em a very valuable lesson though, they they should t'ink twice 'fore fuckin' with meh. Tha guy who brought up me side job though, he had ta go. No one's allowed ta bring up me side job 'less they're tryin' ta become a client 'r refer someone. I look o'er 'nd tha lass is torturin' tha guy who kept callin' 'er a little girl. Jesus Christ he's a noisy 1. "Quit ya're screamin' 'ready, 'nd die like a man!", I shout as tha lass smashes his dick 'n with 'er hammer. I can feel someone watchin' us, so I take a quick look around. It looks like some o' tha residents 'round here popped out ta enjoy tha show. Some o' 'em look emotionally scarred by tha whole thin', while others just look amused. "Just so ya know, I'm ALOT of things, but a 'lil girl' isn't one of them.", tha lass states 'fore stabbin' a butter knife clear through his skull. Where'd she e'en get a butter knife o' all thin's? She hops up, dusts off 'er shorts, then skips o'er ta me. "Well THAT was fun.", she giggles. I take a good look at 'er. She's covered in blood spatter, 'till holdin' 'er sledgehammer, with a crazed look 'n 'er eyes, 'nd a maniacal smile plastered across 'er face. She looks absolutely stunnin'. "Aye, let's do it 'gain sometime.", I reply. She 'tarts gigglin' 'gain then she holds 'er hand out 'or meh ta take. I put me hand 'n 'ers 'nd she laces our fingers together. We walk hand 'n hand all tha way ta tha chip shop.
Hazel's POV:
It's SOOO freshin' ta not get in trouble for seriously injurin' or killin' someone. We walk down a FEW alleys, and about 5-10 minutes later, the smell of fish and oil bitch slaps me in the face. I'm guessin' we're nearin' that CHIP SHOP Mal always talks, down, on. The sign 'Ursula's Fish And Chips' soon comes inta view. "What're we doin' here, Puddin'?", I ask Harry. He rolls his eyes as he opens 1 of the, saloon doors, for me. "This is where me crew hangs out 'nd where we 'ave our meetin's.", he explains as he puts his sword in somethin' called 'sword check'. He gestures for me ta do the same with my sledgehammer. HA, he MUST be jokin'. There's no way in HELL I'm leavin' my sledgehammer in that thing. "That's a SWORD check not a, sledgehammer, check.", I reply before hidin' my hammer behind my back. If a fight breaks out I'd have ta pull a Thor and magically yeet my hammer ta my hand, which I can't risk ANYONE here seein'. Harry shoots me a scowl before gesturin' again, only this time a lil more demandin'. I scoff before RELUCTANTLY handin' my hammer over. He looks SOOOO, proud, of himself as he checks my weapon in. Well, if worse comes ta worse, I can always pull another Loki with my butter knife. Harry's about ta walk back over ta me when some hoe come boundin' up ta him. Her hair's a dull and lifeless black, I can't tell if her hair's really curly, or just frizzy. I didn't see her eye color, but her old ratty red dress is hideous. "Harry! What took you so long, handsome?", the ugly hoe asks.
Harry's POV:
Ugh, I completely forgot 'bout Ginny. She's 1 of my main side hoes, mainly since she does whatever I say 'nd she's really good at givin' head. Tha crew 'nd meh were supposed ta go o'er 'er application. Ya see, e'er since we became tha top dogs 'round 'ere, e'eryone's been beggin' ta join. E'en with Uma gone 'or tha time bein', we're 'till tha most intimidatin' crew 'round. Ginny hugs me midsection, makin' sure ta push 'er taint 'gainst me dick 'n tha process. I'll probably add 'er 'n as a waitress 'r somethin', we need a few extra hands 'ere at tha Chip Shop anyway. Uma usually takes care o' tha', so naturally tha' responsibility falls onta meh as well. Ginny lets go as soon as tha lass struts o'er ta us. "Who's this, PUDDIN', yare maid?", she asks meh. She doesn' e'en bother lookin' o'er at Ginny. Ginny 'n tha other hand, sizes 'er up 'fore lookin' pissed. "I'm his GIRLFRIEND. Who do YOU think you are anyway, calling him a 'cute' pet name like pudding? Oh, are you another one of his hopeless admirers? Well you should give up now while you still have some dignity LEFT, Harry's MINE.", Ginny says 'n tha most entitled tone o' voice I've probably e'er heard from a VK. Tha lass throws 'er head back 'n 'tarts cacklin', afta she stops, she shoots Ginny a psychotic smile. "1ST OFF, ya're not his 'girlfriend', Harry's doesn' want a girlfriend at the moment. 2ND, I can call him WHATEVER I want ta call him, WITHIN reason of course. 3RD, I'm not a, 'hopeless admirer', I'm his friend. 4TH AND FOREMOST, Harry doesn't belong ta ya or anyone else, he's not PROPERTY. Oh and also, red isn't really yare color.", Hazel retorts.
Hazel's POV:
The bitch has GUTS, I'll give her that. Well, at least torturin' her won't be BORIN'. Harry snorts at my, 'red isn't really your color', comment. The hoe looks REAL pissed now. "Harry! Don't just LAUGH, do something! Who even let HER in anyway? She's clearly A WEAK LITTLE GIRL anyway, look at that bandage around her stomach.", the hoe snaps. OH, she's gonna REGRET sayin' that. I'm gonna have ta teach her a, lesson, on manners here in a hot minute. Harry IMMEDIATELY stops laughin', and rolls his eyes. He walks over ta what looks like a bar with a tv. He takes a seat and some girl drops a tray full of fries in front of him. "Ginny, just stop 'ready 'fore ya get hurt.", Harry advises. Ginny stomps over ta him while I casually sneak inta the back for a second. I come back and no one even missed me. It looks like she's arguin' with him or somethin'. Some blonde guy with a ponytail barrels through the front doors, and makes a beeline for Harry. He immediate stops when he sees me though, which Harry and Ginny notice. He smiles and bounds over ta me. Awww, he kinda reminds me of Carlos, in the sense that they're both like PUPPIES. "Hi! I've never seen you around here before, and I think would've remembered someone as pretty as you! I'm Gil, the son of Gaston.", Gil rambles as he introduces himself. He shoves his hand in my direction for me to shake. I giggle and immediately shake his hand.
Harry's POV:
WHA'S GIL DOIN' TALKIN' TA 'ER? WHY IS SHE GIGGLIN'? I mean, she giggles at practically e'erythin', but GIL? I shove some fries inta me mouth as Ginny snaps 'er fingers 'n me face ta get me attention. I slap 'er arm 'way 'nd turn ta look at 'er 'nd send 'er a threatenin' glare. "Ginny, ya're really 'tartin' ta get 'n me nerves right now. If ya e'er want ta get a position 'n THIS CREW, ya're gonna have ta learn ta leave meh tha fuck alone 'less I ask ya 'or somethin'. GOT IT?", I growl. She whimpers 'fore noddin' 'nd backin' off ta go sulk somewhere. I scoff 'fore turnin' back ta me food. Tha' was way ta easy, tha lass puts up much more o' a fight than tha'. "Aww, ya're SOOO adorable.", I hear tha lass say ta Gil. Whip me head back o'er ta where they are. Is she, RUNNIN' 'ER HAND THREW HIS HAIR?! I hop up ta go 'nd stride o'er ta 'em, when Gonzo walks up ta meh. "Hey Captain, we still reviewin' your side bitch's pathetic excuse for an application?", he asks meh. I nod as I try 'nd look 'round him ta see wha' tha lass' doin' now. 're they playin' rock paper scissors now? Is Gil gigglin' 'long with 'er? Why 're they gettin' 'long so well? Don' get meh wrong, I love Gil, he's 1 o' me only real friends, but he's an idot! "Is everything okay, Captain? You seem a little off..", Gonzo asks 'fore he turns 'round ta see wha' I'm starin' at. "Who's that? Did Gil somehow manage to get a girl-", Gonzo goes ta ask 'fore I cut him off. "I wouldn't finish tha' sentence if I were ya. She's MINE.", I snap.
Hazel's POV:
Gil's SUCH a Cutie Patootie! He challenged me ta a game of rock paper scissors, of ALL thin's. I definitely need ta smuggle him back with me, along with Harry of course. They're both fun, and pretty easy on the eyes. I overhear Harry talkin' ta another crewmate who thinks I'm Gil's girlfriend. I giggle pretty loudly at that, causin' Gil ta giggle as well. Did Harry just call me, his? It sounds like SOMEONE'S catchin' feels. I shoot Gil a warm smile. "That sounds like my cue ta go, Cutie. I wouldn't want Harry ta come over here and kick yare, adorable, ass.", I say. His eyes widen as he takes a step back from me, so I naturally quirk my brow at him. "Are you 1 of his special friends? I'm so sorry I didn' mean to-", Gil starts before I put a my pointer finger on his lips. "I'm not 1 of his side hoes if THAT'S what ya were referrin' ta, and ya don't have ta apologize okay. It's fine, let's be friends, okay?", I offer. I take my finger off his lips and he immediately goes in for a hug, so I'll take that as a yes. I hug him back and stroke his hair. Gods, he is such an adorable cinnamon roll. I see Harry stormin' over here, lookin' like he's ready ta han Gil from the RAFTERS or somethin'. I let go of Gil, and pull him behind me as Harry approaches us. I can feel Gil's fear roll off him. I roll my eyes. I know for a FACT, that Harry won't even hurt the boy. Evie told me they've been best friends for years, but I can't let THEM know I know that. Harry looms over me. "So I see ya've met Gil. Ya seem ta 'ave really taken a shinnin' ta him.", he sneers. WAIT, don't tell me that Mistah I have 20 side hoes is, jealous, of me spendin' a lil time with the cinnamon roll behind me?