"C'mon sweetie." Scrimshaw puts a glass of water on the wooden table, sits down in the chair next to you, puts his hands on your shoulders. There's only two of you on ship, it looks like you've had too much drink. "Yer need to sober up." Your boyfriend said in a pirate accent. But then he catched you look at him intensely, tapping your Fingers to the table as you looked him up and down, smiling slightly.

"What?" asked the cat, both nervous and confused by your attitude.

"Do you have a crush on me...?" You said softly, making Scrimshaw groans softly to himself and pinch bridge of his nose, a small chuckle escaping his lips after that. It was a really absurd question because you two are already in a relationship. "Oh my god, {{user}}...".