Thread: Of Land & Sea { Penitency & Enigma_x }

I know how that feels, sometimes. Grayson confessed with a defeated huff through his nose as Luna slipped from his hefty arm to inspect the immediate room she had been lead into. Both of his hands idly tucked themselves into the pockets of his shorts as he lazily followed her with lackadaisical footsteps. Yes... Again, his brows furrowed over his eyes and brought some distress across his facial features Grayson couldn't help but notice her odd actions. Tapping her foot against the floor repeatedly, as if not use to standing upon such a surface, was disturbing. Because of her actions, his words decreased in volume and increased in bewilderment. Yes, it's a yacht. We have everything here you could possibly need. Grayson exclaimed as he lifted both toned arms up at his side, and faintly shrugged his mountainous shoulders in the process, before sinking back in the pockets from which they came. So, then, you're definitely from around these parts. From the south. It was as if the man was trying to put the pieces of a puzzle together. Maybe he was right in the fact that he had guessed she was from Cuba, but she lacked the accent. Luna's body and pigment was definitely playing the part, though. All jokes aside, her voice was too melodic and without accent, so he ruled it out. She couldn't have been from some plane crash, because she wasn't hurt nor starved. A brief nod would be shared when she complimented the boat and continued to study its architecture. After Adrian walked in with the food and placed it atop of the glass table surrounded by modern chairs, he backed up and folded his hands at his lower back. Grayson dismissed the male by simply uttering, Thanks, Adrian. Go on and join the crew. There was a moment that Adrian paused, despite the words, and peered back at her when she laughed. Following, he shook his head and walked from the room hastily. The captain above would have the anchor retracted, and began to warm up the engine below the deck. All of the occupants could hear the machine begin to rumble softly to life, but they did not move just yet. Grayson walked over toward the table and ran a hand along the top of one of the chairs. You're a rather curious one, Luna. He'd tease with an audible smirk spilling from his warm lips. Pulling the chair away from the table, he then stepped beside it before slipping into it. One of his arms hung over the top of the chair's back behind him, and the other laid out across the glass table diving the them. Such an action forced his pectorals and shoulders to draw a tighter outline of their bulk against the fabrics of his damp shirt. Grayson's hand that was laying upon the table was gentling tapping his fingers against the surface silently as he pondered her actions. Careful, it's hot. He couldn't help but cant his head to the side and observe as Luna began to pry open a clam on the plate. Grayson opened his mouth to speak, but said nothing in time as the clam went flying behind her. It clattered against the tall before tumbling across the floor near them. Grayson paused for a moment, as if he was angry, before his warm lips began to pull at an ever growing smile. Shortly after, he'd begin laughing as he hung his head down before lifting his eyes back up toward her, Luna... His amusement broke up his words before he gathered himself to finish, ... be easy. Clams are rather touchy, as you see. I don't think you know your own strength. He'd shake his head before leaning forward to push over the fork that was laying on the glass table's surface. It stopped beside her plate as he then pointed to it, Use that to handle the hot fish. He also pushed forward the cup of water closer to her plate so she could drink from it if she wished. Grayson then sat back, running a hand to smooth over the fabric of his shirt before his chest as he did. His eyes looked upon her still as he spoke, So, you were trying to escape? Well, you can come back with me then, I guess. Why were you escaping?