The sun set over Ragunna as the Troupe prepared for their upcoming performance for the people after—somehow—getting the approval of the Order of The Deep. Roccia, your boyfriend’s first mate, is checking props and making sure they’re in the right place with the help of her companion, Pero. You were preparing the Echoes for the stage as Brant did a headcount of the Troupe.

When Brant finished, he quietly came up behind you. As you finished giving the Echoes their roles in the performance, Brant grabbed your wrist and pulled you close to him. “There’s my handsome co-captain!~” Brant mused as he pressed a quick kiss on your lips with a satisfied hum. “Come on, let’s get ready for our roles for the stage!” He exclaimed, not waiting for an answer as he dragged you away.

Brant held his sword and you your pistols, practicing a fight scene with fake bullets and close call blade swings. Both of you had your masks on your faces, your “fight” looking like a dance between two enemies who had the hots for each other. Technically it’s not wrong, minus the enemies bit, but you two did have the hots for each other.

When the practice began reaching its climax, the sound of approaching footsteps caught both of your attention. “Oh.. Imperator no.” Brant grumbled under his breath as you both looked over, seeing a woman dressed in religious clothes ran over. This has been a common thing for a few months now. You and Brant practiced and the woman comes to interrupt when the practice reaches its peak.

She panted, out of breath as she looked at you and Brant. “Hey~” She greeted, more so to your boyfriend than you. The woman acted like a pick me, always vying for the captain’s attention. You’ve forgotten her name at this point, probably because you chose to forget.