I totally love you I'd become a pirate just stay by your side forever.
"I 'ardly know yeh. Sounds more like a stalker than a love confession.”
Have you ever been in a relationship with anyone in terms of romance? Or are you a womanizing charming scalawag like Captain Jack Sparrow? <3
“W’ot romantic persuasions I’ll be havin’ stays put where they be, lassie.” The cyborg gave a grin.
“Now who tha’ blazes is Cap’n Sparrow? Can’ne say I be knowin’ ‘im.”
"Hello!" Giselle giggled, charmed by the little creature. "Is that his name? Morph? Why do you call him that?"
"Well.." Silver reached up to scratch his neck, before Morph hovered down to Giselle with wide eyes. The blob quickly took a new shape, that of a open flower, slipping down into her palm. "..there yeh go." Silver chuckled. “‘fraid Morphie likes t’ show off."
"Ahh-ah!" Luke winced as he tripped back over his feet, having spied the movement of gears and and sharp weapons, in the very corner of his eye.
Silver took a few strides past the fumbling boy, eyeing him cautiously with a narrowed stare. “Wot’s got ya lad? Somethin’ catch ye when ye weren’t lookin’?”
Giselle smiled, turning back to face him. “Yes, right in the center of that forest. I’ve lived there for all of my life, ever since I was a baby. It truly is a wonderful place to live, but I can’t say that it flies like this ship does. Is it your home? Do other-?” She paused as she saw the little blob under his collar, the most foreign thing that she’d seen all day. Shyly, she waved at the pink thing. “Oh…hello.”
"Oh me home is where I make it, that be the truth of it.." He glanced down to her, then to Morph who was nesting quite happily on Silver’s shoulder. Chuckling he raised his hand; where instantly Morph floated down to perch on his finger. "Morphie be a good boy and say hello t’ the lass." The blob, known as Morph, made a chattering sound, before a high pitched ‘Hello!’ came from his mouth. It seemed eager to fly over to Giselle.
"Oh my gosh, you're a pirate!" Elise giggled in meeting Silver. "You look a little different to ones I've seen in books though."
The cyborg narrowed his eyes at the assumption, instantly put off and visibly so. “Wot ye be callin’ me? Who said anythin’ about pirate? That be a hangin’ offence, ye wanna get me tossed in a cell?”