WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — It was cute. He wasn't sure why but that statement made a wide smile spread across his maw and his tail began wagging quickly behind him. He was glad Pincher liked them. He'd given him a lot lately but it was good to know that he wasn't being annoying or overbearing or something. When the doberman didn't point out his slip up, he seemed to relax a bit. Jacob had never been very good at hiding his emotions but maybe the canine hadn't noticed in his drunken state of mind. After all, it was a little detail and Jacob liked to think he'd done a good job saving himself from it. Of course, most of it had left his mouth before he got control of himself but it was better than if he'd just said it all at once. Jacob was used to serious people like Pincher. It was the way his Babbo, Pa, and most of their... associates acted. He supposed that made sense. Pincher was a pirate who led a crew of pirates, which meant they where all technically criminals but Jacob tried not to think about that too much. It didn't bother him any, he'd spent lots of time with people who bent the law as they saw fit, but he knew Vito would be angry if he had any idea what Jacob was thinking.
Especially if they're from you. What did that mean? Did Pincher look for him at the border, did he look forward to getting the ducks and presents that Jacob sent to Typhoon? Jacob had found himself pacing the border more often lately, thinking about the smells of the sea mingling with cigarette smoke. It was odd that the thing that terrified him had become some comforting, although he supposed it shouldn't be that surprising. Jacob had spent his entire life around people that smoked constantly. After the fire especially, none of them had really done it around him but they still stunk of the substance. Jersey, his Pa, his Babbo. All of them smoked. And so did Pincher. "Oh! No, no, no, it ain't like tha' at all, I swear! I like givin' 'em ta' ya'. It's fun ta' try n' find different ones n' all tha', I think. I jus'... I'm real grateful for what ya' did. Ya' didn' have ta' take care ah' me. Ya' coulda' jus' left me there n' ya' didn' so I couldn' jus' not do nothin'. Besides, I like doin' things ta' make people happy. There's too much sadness so I think sometimes 's nice ta' help try n' keep it away, ya' know?" he explained with a light shrug of his shoulders, trying to show it was no big deal but his face burned. He wasn't sure why he was embarrassed to admit all that but he was glad that at least Pincher enjoyed them. Otherwise it would've all been for nothing.
As they walked up the steps, Jacob felt Pincher brush against him and he had to stop himself from gasping. He wasn't sure why but he wanted to do nothing else but press himself to the larger canine and close his eyes. That'd be so nice and peaceful. To smell the sea and cigarette smoke all night. All night? When had he specified this ideal situation to be at night? He probably just thought that because it was late currently. He had nearly completely lost focus of the actual situation and flinched when he heard Pincher's voice in his ear, goosebumps running down him. He wasn't sure why but the hushed tone made this seem like some sort of special secret, only for Jacob. All of the Typhoon had been in this place before, it wasn't anything special. But his heart crashed against his chest as the waves would against the sand and he couldn't help it. He was so happy to be with Pincher but also terrified he's say or do something wrong or that the doberman would realize he wasn't all that interesting. He knew those were all silly concerns but he thought of them nonetheless.
When they entered, Jacob no longer had to hold his gasp in. His eyes widened and his mouth was agape in wonder. He spun around, looking at all the creatures swimming in the dark ocean. It was all so beautiful. He'd never seen anything like this before. He didn't even reply to Pincher immediately, he just looked at the shapes moving in the water. Soon, though, he came near the doberman and pressed his paw against the other man's, trying to get his attention as he pointed with his other paw. "Look! 'S tha' some kinda' turtle?" he asked, pointing to one of the figures. He then turned his head to look at the captain, a wide smile spread across his maw. "I-I dunno' what ta' say, Pinch-" he admitted, sounding rather flustered. It might not have really been a sacrifice for Pincher to bring him here but it felt like one. It felt like this night had been made just for him, it was so wonderful. He knew the dome had already been here and they just used it for meetings but it felt more special than that. Pincher had said it was his favorite place on the island, after all. That had to mean something.
He shook his head as he looked at all the creatures before his eye inevitably returned to his companion. They were so close now. Jacob hadn't realized it but what had initially only been a tap of the paw had turned into him leaning against the doberman completely. He supposed it made sense, he'd been walking around all day and his legs had never been any good. He looked up into the blue eyes that stared back at him and he knew what he wanted to do. "You're-" his voice faltered. That wasn't what he should say. "This is real beautiful, Pincher." He wasn't so sure about it. It could make things complicated. He didn't even know if he liked men. He just knew he liked Pincher. Hesitantly, the younger man leaned forward and pressed his lips briefly against the captain's. He then abruptly pulled away, feeling his face heat up as he forced himself to drop his gaze. Immediate regret filled him. That had been stupid. Pincher had asked for girls at the blind dating event. "I-I-I'm sorry, tha' was completely inappropriate, I promise I ain't gonna' do it again. I'm so, so sorry for makin' ya' uncomfortable n'-" Jacob just kept rambling. He wasn't even sure what he was saying anymore but maybe if he kept talking that would make it all better again. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP
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