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Travis couldn’t help the shit eating grin that overcame his features instantaneously after Bart’s inquiry. Of course, it hadn’t passed his attention that Bart was engrossed into the anime from the very beginning and that this interest would only increase tenfold as the story went on. He was right, but of course he was. Travis’ taste in anime was beyond measure. He could turn anyone into a believer, even his stupid fucking insane brother.
He folded his arms over his chest, Jeanne hopping to the floor to make room for the gesture, and his grin widened. Bart hadn’t even wanted to take his eyes off the screen for but a second. ❛ Well…… ❜Travis pretended as if he was thinking about the response, both to be an absolute asshole and to increase the tension. ❛ Sure, I don’t see why not. As long as you don’t damage the disk or return it to me with any odd stains or anythin’. Always keep a tissue box handy, y’know ? ❜ Ah, so that’s why there were so many tissue boxes near the chair and by his bed….
❛ I have plenty more to show you though. Maybe you wanna check the rest out first and then decide which one you want to take home with you ? ❜ After all, Travis had just met Bart. He didn’t want to lose his entire anime collection since he was unsure if Bart would run off with them and never be seen again. Some of these DVDs were extremely rare. ❛ Where are you staying anyway ? If you don’t have a place to stay this motel always has some rooms available. ❜ That was because Santa Destroy was not exactly a popular tourist area. Really, Travis was doing the owner a huge solid for renting this room.
“You have my pirate’s honor——” Which may not seem like much at a glance if anything at all. But pirates will die to safeguard their treasure—and videos full of mekakure girls in animation are, quite frankly, one of the most valuable assets Bartholomew has laid eyes upon.
“Trust me, I’d never dare to let ruin upon any fortune,” he ensures, hand to heart and with a wicked smile. It is fortune neither promised to be returned. However, Travis can rest assured. Should the DVDs ever find their way back, they’ll be as spotless as received. Tissues or rags, Bart knows very well to clean up after himself.
“Though it’s true I have nowhere to go …”
The hotels were very adamant against foreign currency and did not trust the validity of gold coins from a long age past. It left little to turn to when the vast scores of money in one’s pockets can buy nothing. A spirit like himself could exist as one and save himself the trouble, too. But Bartholomew has high standards.
At this, he gives Travis his full attention.
“… Must it be this dingy motel?” Bart questions, grimacing again. He is not very fond of resting in a space abandoned for god knows how long and looks—quite literally—like a last resort. Even the cabin quarters of his ship could provide a smidge more comfort in comparison. “Haha, sorry, that probably sounds unappreciative. But it makes me wonder, why stay here? No judgment, of course. Just curious.”
Oh yes, full judgment.
