Ninja Writer

roleplay excerpt

A pirate playing a gentleman

He was surprised. He had waited for the sure slap to the face–unsure which hand it would come from–and yet, she didn’t slap him. Her voice didn’t even take a sharp tone with him, though when he looked at her, he could see a definite less than pleased glint to her eyes. Why did she doubt he was a gentleman? A fine question indeed. He couldn’t help it then. A slow smile spread across his face. Caught in the act, it seemed. He had never been very good at playing roles.

“Did I say gentleman?” he asked, sounding amused that she should call him one. Or rather, question his integrity as one. He knew he didn’t look the part. He could have done with a better combing, probably should have bothered tying back his hair, at least. Maybe even wear one of those prissy wigs. Hah. I’d rather be dead than powder my face and wear a damned wig!

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