Coffee, Squirrel and Strangler Apr 29, 2022 13:17:13 GMT -5
Post by Mr. Moon on Apr 29, 2022 13:17:13 GMT -5
It was one of these days when you don´t really have much to do. Traveling through the West Blue, the psychiatrist and his wife, found themselves a place on a merchant ship, that was heading towards the Toroa Island. To secure their comfort, Samuel paid the agreed amount and even something extra, to make sure he nor his wife will be bothered with the necessity to help around the ship. Thanks to that, they could spend much of their time as they saw fit. Fort the psychiatrist it meant sitting on a sunbed, reading a book, while his wife, a tall and beautiful brunette was testing her new powers, by experimenting with the various types and flavours of coffee her body was capable of producing. And while she had only limited success in this endeavour, the sole fact, that she was capable and more importantly willing to produce a seemingly endless supply of hot coffee made her almost instantly into one of the most favorite person on the ship. The psychiatrist wasn´t jealous, even through his wife was spending lots of her time in the company of other men as he knew that their fear would keep them in line. For the psychiatrist was nothing like his wife. Where she was warm, he was cold, where she was kind, he was cruel and always enveloped by an aura of a dangerous predator, which he cultivated by his demeanor.
Truth to be told, he considered most of these seamen incredibly boring and wasn´t willing to waste his time on them, but there was one person he was interested in. A small girl, or perhaps already a woman that looked like an anthropomorphic squirrel was with them on the ship. She made him curious simply because he has never seen someone like that and couldn´t wait for an opportunity to dissect her mind during a conversation to learn something new about her. Unfortunately, till now he didn´t manage to find an opportunity to start one.