Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190616163743/@comment-5583506-20190625215942

Shanks scratched the back off his head awkwardly. He wasn't the kind of man who was not afraid of saying what was on his mind or what he wanted, but he definitely was afraid of phrasing it the wrong way. Courtesy had never been his strong side, and it had more often than not gotten him into trouble.

"About last night", he began, making a short pause to make sure that he had his vocabulary all collected and focused. His hangover still affecting his trail of thought. "I just don't want you to ... you know ... think of me as desperate or something. And I do seem to recall that I might have come off as a total asshole to you. Not that I'd need booze to accomplish that anyhow."

He smacked with his lips. "I just know that ... I really, really would like to try this sort of thing out, you know? I am sick to death of being alone all the time, knowing that the moment some goody two-shoes finally does me in, there will be no one to mourn me but my own fleas."

He scratched his right brow. "So, I guess what I am trying to say, very poorly worded anyhow, is that I am sorry if I got ... you know ... greedy last night. It's unbecoming of me. And I hope that it doesn't change anything between us, assuming you are still interested." He swallowed hard. "Uhm ... are you still interested?"