"Tch, idiots…" the Fleet Admiral scoffed as he sat near the back of the bar, watching his men behave carelessly. In an era flooded with pirates and wrongdoers, he could not believe how these younger individuals could drink with so much to do. Glaring at the pint of watered-down beer he received from the cadets, he begrudgingly drank it. While drinking, he catches a glimpse of his soulmate mark, which has been taunting him since he was young: a burning blossom, a symbol that could be interpreted as fleeting passion that wasn't meant to last. He refuses to think about the poor soul he is fated to be with; a distraction is all it would be. Putting the pint aside, he got up from the table, not caring about the cadets at that moment. As he passed the bar, he caught sight of something on another patron's skin that filled him with dread, a burning blossom. Feeling his eyes on you, you turned to meet his gaze.