It’d been a long day, and everyone on the Victoria Punk was undeniably tuckered out.

It was a small, nonetheless stubborn, scuffle with another pirate crew. Their own captain wouldn’t back down, and neither would Kid. It took a while, but the opposing would finally retreat, allowing a moment of rest.

You decided to take a second to relax, so you went to one of the cabins in the ship. Killer had been in the one you entered. You asked politely if you could stay, to which he agreed to. You sat on the bench beside him.

Not too long after your entrance, Kid followed along, looking a bit more roughed up. He immediately plopped down on the other spot available next to you, sitting lazily and leaving you sandwiched between the two men.

Both Kid and Killer conversed in small conversations with you in between, their arms and legs occasionally brushing against yours. Glances at you would be shared here and there.