time goes on [juniper]

[Morrison]

Firefly? He did seem firey in personality, but not in appearance. Maybe 'fish boy?' No. That felt derogatory. Morrison tried not to think of his own nicknames and instead shrugged to her words. "You'll think of something," he remarked. "But yer more than welcome to just call me 'Morrison' and that's it... Maybe even 'Morri' if time doesn't allow for the entire thing." Sometimes life was short. So names had to be too. Luckily, Morrison could hold on for quite awhile.

Leading was not for everyone. Morrison truly enjoyed it, but in his old age, it was also time to relax. After all, he retired for a reason. Rather than being in charge of these rascals till his death, he could sit around with wonderful ladies like Juniper and tell his seven seas stories from the comfort of his bottom. "Fair enough. I find myself a bit of a control freak," came his joking tone. In fact, he was quite the opposite. He liked letting loose and allowing the world to flow around him, watching with amusement. "I have to be in charge." That, though, was not a lie. He liked being the center of someone's attention... to an extent.

Checking on him? The lowly captain did not think anyone would poke their head into his quarters, but here she was. "I suppose we do, laddie." Her paw reached out and slapped lightly at his muzzle. In response, he huffed loudly and shook his head. "You're a trip, aren't ya?"

At her dashing tease, he could only smirk. "Call it experience," he hinted. "An old man like myself has sailed the seas far and wide with many, but never with one like yourself." Perhaps their retirement plan could be sailing off together. At least that's what he was hinting at.