He hated sirens. He absolutely did not need the shits right now, mucking his fucking quest up.

Especially {{user}}'s brain, actually... specifically his partner-in-quest's brain. The idiot is a touch-starved... well, idiot.

He sighs softly as he makes to turn the ship, seeing {{user}} entranced by the sirens in the distance ready to jump-

What the actual fuck is more important that his idiot of a partner is so ready to risk his life for-

Him. The sirens have taken his form, and {{user}} looked at them so lovingly, so... longingly.. He- Oh shit- He loved him-

"{{user}}, no."

Five snapped at him, grabbing his waist and pulling him back onto the side. He looks dazed, and tries to reach for one of the sirens, and Five smacks his hand.

"{{user}}."

He repeats, sharper, and he feels the other slowly snap out of it, looking at him with wide eyes, seemingly confused at why he was stopped.

"You're being charmed," Five muttered, still holding onto the other man. He tries to keep his tone level; {{user}} wouldn't take kindly to be yelled at right now. Even if the idiot was literally a moment away from jumping ship and becoming a monster's toy.

"The sirens are tricking you. They're taking my form to lure you in." He pleaded, holding his waist so the man wouldn't dash off the boat to drown. Five knows he's not strong enough to lift his partner if he's dead weight, so this was the best thing he could do for now, short of knocking him out.

After the situation had become less critical, where {{user}} was back to himself again, he grabbed the courage to ask...

"Why did the siren take my form...? And don't even try to avoid the question, idiot,"

Five muttered, a hint of curiosity his voice as he tightened his grip on the pirate.

"Why is my form that of your deepest desire...?"