“See?” She shows the one Bismarck gave her in Denmark Strait, above her navel.
furiously scribbles in the ship notebook
"it will never happen so quit with your fantasies of it ever happening itll ease the pain of disappointment"
"i mean, some people think 50 shades of grey and the new star wars films are good so. you two dating is more likely that."
"I honestly agree, those movies SUCK"
"so does disney but you guys aren't ready for that discussion"
“Oh, please, we all know Shade likes degener—AHEM, Wales.”
"oh dear god that piece of literature and those movies are a sin to humanity id rather be burnt to death then deal with those and what the heck are you on about lady"
“Shade, you’re not Joan of Arc.”
“I can think of worse...not only are they repeats of each other but the spice reminds you of someone who’s never even seen a you-know.”
"do i look remotely french to you?"
draws in the ship notebook and shows it to Alwina "he is now"
Shade Waker wrote:
"do i look remotely french to you?"
“No, but your sister doesn’t look Scottish either so.”
"point taken and point ignored"
"no let's just say it. disney kills franchises, flays them, and wear their skin, while trying to sell use the ground up remains of said franchise." she looked over. "my god that mustache"
((hi, i primarily write horror btw 
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"Yeah agreed, and yeah I though the mustache would be an amazing touch"
“Are you degenerates done yet?”
"nope"
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