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[color=lightsteelblue][h2]⊰ Dan 'Zam-bam Makerman' Gritt ⊱[/h2]

✓ Location; [b]The Valiant Angler[/b]
✓ Current goal; [b][s]becoming a stowaway on the Argo[/s] Somehow overcoming the barrier that is Samehana, and the kiss he gave her[/b]
✓ Involved characters; 
[indent][b]Samehana[/b] - [@RyoryoryoKen]
[b]Freyja[/b] - [@Pacifista][/indent]


[h3]☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷[/h3][/color][/center]

Dan watched carefully as Samehana dug into the steak, or at least, what he presumed to be a steak. Was it working? The beads of sweat on his temple rolled down, tripling in number at this point, but he could blame that on the supposed heat he was feeling. He looked on as Samehana seemed.. satisfied. To a degree. Maybe. But within a moment, without Dan getting as much as a warning, he'd be grabbed by the chin and pulled closer. He did not flinch - not in the face, anyway. Mentally, he freaked out. [i]'She's gonna kill me!' he thought to himself.[/i] But his face was still generally unemotive. He placed his hand down on the table, steadily, to stop himself from falling over. His eyes stared right back at hers, with their lips almost touching. He could feel her warm breath on his face. For a moment he was silent as she uttered her question. 

[color=lightsteelblue][i]“Miss shark, you've obviously never been to Elfen island before.. first of all, we don't see many women like you. I mean.. you're no ordinary woman, in the positive sense, are you?”[/i][/color] Yes, pamper her with a compliment, that might ease her up. Perhaps that's what she was after. Perhaps not. But women were sensitive to that kind of stuff [i]he read.[/i] Furthermore, she couldn't deny this really, since it was obvious from her attire and her demeanor that she was.. well, either a pirate or a marine of sorts, someone special, [i]someone with a ship.[/i]

[color=lightsteelblue][i]“Second off, I'm just following orders from my boss.”[/i][/color] His eyes kept being locked with hers, where as a normal man would've easily let his eyes wander to her gigantic bossom. At this point, the three sweat beads on his temple had glid down and made it's way to the hair close to his ear, dripping further down from there and eventually letting go it's sweaty, wet clutch on Dan's face, instead dripping onto the table. [color=lightsteelblue][i]“Third.. I am not against doing a service for a woman like you. Customer is king. Or.. [b]queen[/b] in your case.”[/i][/color] 

Their already close proximity had given him the shakes earlier, but now, it was perhaps a probable tool to use against the woman. The way their faces were so close, it wouldn't give her time to react to [i]this.[/i] He pushed himself forwards, and closed his eyes, pressing his lips against her and locking them together, briefly parting his lips again before pressing them against hers tighter. It was brief, [b]very brief[/b], but unexpected to throw her off of her little 'I'm a dangerous pirate' spiel and put her in the position he'd been in - the position of someone who wasn't sure how to react. Maybe if he was a pirate as well, he'd call this the Ero-ero fruit, after the power of seduction. But he was not a pirate. Or a marine. Or anyone, really. He pulled back, pulling his chin out of the palm of the woman, and then proceeded to pick up the plate. [color=lightsteelblue][i]“I will be back momentarily to take your order again.”[/i][/color] And then he walked away, without giving Samehana as much as a chance to speak to him again. 

He was unsure whether he should run and wait for another ship to pass by eventually, or go back to see what would happen, but frankly, the first option seemed safer. Despite that.. he decided not to. Something about this woman and her friend felt like it was his calling. [i]The sparkle in his eyes,[/i] that sparkle of adventure, that was what called him to them. 

So because of that, he walked past all of the people that were staring at him, and walked past the other waiters, and even the boss, who did not seem to realize he wasn't employed there at all. His superior power of blending in and being as mundane as he could be were at work now. He went to the kitchen and promptly fetched a 2nd plate, this one filled with various seafood on a bed of lettuce and other vegetables. He made up some quick story, in his head, about the fish. However, he noticed from the corner of his eye that a cook was dressing another fish in some light-brown sauce. Something like.. mushroom sauce. 

Dan's hand grabbed the plate and held it up high, like a professional, and walked to the pot of sauce, and when nobody was looking, promptly grabbed the ladle and dipped it into the sauce, before pulling it up and laying down a thick dressing of sauce over the fish. That looked slightly more appetizing at least. 

Now that he had his next 'order' which was really just a stolen plate of food that somebody else was going to miss, he walked back into the large tavern and went back to Samehana's table. He put down the plate, as if nothing had just happened, and proceeded to put on the waiter routine. [color=lightsteelblue][i]“Ahem. A fine salmon, on a bed of lettuce and assorted vegetables, with a dressing of mushroom sauce. I hope it is to your liking, miss Shark.”[/i][/color] His face was unemotive as ever, but in his mind, he was literally preparing to run. Luckily the door was right there.