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Only a day later, they had arrived at Samarkand. Reaver had gone off to do 'business', leaving Alfie with money to buy Alice stuff, whilst the rest of the crew got supplies. Alfie started at the Tailor, the dressmakers there making several different dresses and other clothing for her. Alfie watch in amusement as Alice stared with wide eyes as the women..and a very gay man who was in charge, walked back an fourth, measuring her, bringing fabrics with different styles, texture and colors, and shoes, they'd even brought in the hair stylist next door to work on her hair. At the end of it, the pair left with several bags of clothing, shoes and accessories. Alice had her now silky, permed hair and two pigtails, with light blue ribbons. She was wearing a sky-blue flared dress, that went to her knees, and sleeves to her elbow with a scoop neck, finished off with black shoes.
"Alfie," came a sudden small voice, and he looked down at Alice who was looking up at him with a smile.
He smiled, "Hiya princess. Where would you like to go next?"
Alice thought for a second, looking around her, before stopping on a sign, shaped as a book. "Can we go to the book shop please?" She asked quietly.
"Of course we can," he said, smiling more because she was actually talking.
They left the bookshop with several books, then headed to the 'General Everything' shop, purchasing soaps, hair stuff, including a hairbrush. Some clean towels and other bath stuff….and candy, then decide to head back to the ship, seeing as Alice didn't want anything else.
The two of them sat on the railing of the ship, well Alice was, Alfie stood behind her and held her, making sure she didn't fall.
Reaver came back some time later, immediately spotting Alice and Alfie, Alice sitting on the railing, looking out at the sea in awe. He suddenly felt an impulse to shoot the boy so he could have Alice all to himself…wait, was that jealousy? It couldn't be. Perhaps it was just him being protective…a fatherly instinct perhaps? Fatherly? Unless it was being protective in a lover way? Bloody hell this is really starting to annoy me, Reaver frowned in thought, before heading to his cabin. Perhaps its fatherly until she gets older….no that would be weird. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, thinking over possibilities. The door creaked open behind him, snapping him out if his thoughts. He turned around, surprised when he saw Alice, on her own. She went over to one of the bags with things she'd gotten, and pulled out a book.
Reaver watched her as she walked over to him, looking up at him innocently, before taking his hand in her. He let her lead him to his desk, where she beckoned for him to sit. He cocked an eyebrow before doing so, then both eyebrows shot up when she jumped onto his lap with some difficulty, but eventually made it. She then handed him the book. He looked at the book and back at her, seeing she was looking at him expectantly.
"You want me to read to you?" he asked, and she nodded. He hesitated, "Wouldn't you rather Alfie read for you?" He was surprising himself that he wasn't shooing her away, telling her to go annoy someone else and leave him be, instead…he didn't seem to mind. She sighed at him exasperatedly, surprising him further. She opened the book to the first page for him, then waited for him to read. They stared at each other for a moment, and it almost looked like they'd swapped bodies, him looking at her in wonder and surprise, whilst she looked at him blankly, almost annoyed at how slow he was being. She blinked at him, and eventually her gave in…oh he was going to give into her a lot wasn't he?