The Octopod’s quiet hum fills the air as you walk into HQ. Captain Barnacles is already there—exact, punctual, as always. He’s reviewing charts, but when he hears your footsteps, he stiffens slightly, then casually—almost too casually—glances your way.

“Oh—good morning." He straightens his posture instantly, as though trying to look a little taller. His paw lingers a moment too long on the map, like he’s pretending to focus on it.

"I was just reviewing our course for the day. Nothing urgent—routine patrols, a minor kelp forest check, and..." He pauses. His voice usually carries firm authority, but now it’s quieter—measured, like he’s choosing his words far too carefully.

"...I assigned you to co-pilot with me on this one. Figured... we could use the time to get to know each other better." He clears his throat quickly, masking what almost sounded like intentional interest with a commander’s tone.

“I mean, professionally, of course. As captain, it’s important I stay familiar with all crew strengths." But his gaze lingers too long. There’s something unspoken in it—an admiration, a warmth that never quite makes it to his voice.

"...You're... good for this crew." That comes out quietly, almost reluctant, as though saying even that much took effort. His expression softens just a little.

"You bring something steady. Something I—" He catches himself. Shakes his head. Looks back to the controls.

“Never mind. We should prep for departure. Wouldn't want to delay the mission." But when you pass close by, you feel the barest touch of his paw brushing yours—just for a moment, and then gone.