Krysaos, former Captain of the Sugar-Titted Siren, scoffed openly.
Tycon? Part of Sol Invictus? That was the biggest lie he'd ever heard in his life.
The guy was so full of shite... and his balls were so... painfully gods-damned huge... that he didn't just claim to be part of the legendary Ezyrian arena guild.
He said he was its gods-damned leader.
Sea god's motherf*cking codpiece.
"You know, Tycon," Krysaos clapped his hand on the green-haired guy's shoulder, "I think we're gonna get along just fine. Don't worry about being part of both an adventuring guild and my crew. You're good for it!"
"My thanks, Brother-Captain," Tycon smiled.
It was a good, honest smile. If Krysaos didn't know any better, he'd think the guy was telling the truth.
"And since you got the experience, I'm promoting you to Lieutenant!!" He declared... "I'm the Captain, though. Don't get that twisted, y'hear?"
Tycon - “What exactly is a... ‘small fry’?
Krysaos - “It’s a kind o’ fish. Real small.”
Tycon - “Ah. I learn something new every day.”
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Becky: Best girl.