[ Head tilting back slightly, bringing his neck to a slight arc, Irving turns his gaze up toward the ceiling in partial effort to blink sweat from his eyes, as well as temper somewhat the rush of blood to his groin.
(Obviously there's nothing Irving can do right now about the erection he already has, but Cheol-gang also isn't wrong: Irving really does prefer not to come, but that doesn't mean his body won't still respond in the ways all men's bodies do.)
The irony is he actually does have his shot gun here, it came in with him upon arrival, but of course he doesn't have it with him now. It isn't the sort of thing one just carries around with them while on land amongst civilians. Not like the small, handheld pistol Cheol-gang has pointed on him.
Irving bites his lip, closes his eyes, face darkening with color while he attempts to process whether he's just been praised or insulted. Probably both at once: army and marines always seem to look down on navy men as weak, effete, ineffectual, particularly ones who sail on unarmed ships like Irving has, and the truth is they're not entirely wrong; Irving never has killed anyone, let alone purposefully, with a weapon.
But he does think. That much is also true. His time in the navy may not have offered up many opportunities to really show off his capacity for logic and strategy, but this man has still noticed, even for only knowing Irving a short time. ]
Yes, sir. [ He gulps, bringing his gaze back toward Cheol-gang above him. ] After all, we need not be enemies. Perhaps I could even be of... some use, to you.
idk what to warn for... same shit. freak behavior
(Obviously there's nothing Irving can do right now about the erection he already has, but Cheol-gang also isn't wrong: Irving really does prefer not to come, but that doesn't mean his body won't still respond in the ways all men's bodies do.)
The irony is he actually does have his shot gun here, it came in with him upon arrival, but of course he doesn't have it with him now. It isn't the sort of thing one just carries around with them while on land amongst civilians. Not like the small, handheld pistol Cheol-gang has pointed on him.
Irving bites his lip, closes his eyes, face darkening with color while he attempts to process whether he's just been praised or insulted. Probably both at once: army and marines always seem to look down on navy men as weak, effete, ineffectual, particularly ones who sail on unarmed ships like Irving has, and the truth is they're not entirely wrong; Irving never has killed anyone, let alone purposefully, with a weapon.
But he does think. That much is also true. His time in the navy may not have offered up many opportunities to really show off his capacity for logic and strategy, but this man has still noticed, even for only knowing Irving a short time. ]
Yes, sir. [ He gulps, bringing his gaze back toward Cheol-gang above him. ] After all, we need not be enemies. Perhaps I could even be of... some use, to you.