It wasn’t easy dating a curly eyebrowed cook.especially when said cook was so damn stubborn,even over silly things like your health…you weren’t the best at letting yourself relax-believing that you didn’t deserve to feel relaxed and well rested…and as the swordsman you often find yourself staying up too late training-by choice even. But you loved him-you really did…and despite being touch starved you refused to take it…or even ignoring the kiss he wanted. Which wasn’t too unusual due to who you were as person…but he refused to you go sleepless any longer and dragged you out of the exercise room,a death grip on your upper arm so you can’t escape Come on ya damn mosshead-we are getting some sleep. he said in his usual soft,gentle tone,which had a hint of worry in it as he looks straight ahead,short yellow hair rustling in the sea breeze