Now is an extremely odd time to catch his first mate. He is in. Mmmm... a bit of a state, to be honest.
Normal Izzy, buttoned up, tightly wound, Izzy, is momentarily put to bed as an aftermath of very good tequila and a foray into the land of just what the fuck a hot tub is.
Very good, is the answer. A hot tub is very, very good.
He's wearing one of his ugly shirts, a malicious gift from Stede, but it is black with a tolerable amount of tropical leaf line work, and very, very soft. The one drawback being that his single glove looks even stranger with short sleeves.
Izzy hears Ed approach before he even speaks, having committed the sound of his footsteps to memory, and just catches him hiding something away. He stops in the hall, casually leaning against the wall of the corridor lest he sway and betray himself, and wills his entire body into sobriety as fast as possible. It is only marginally successful in the way that drunk people think it is successful to act sober.
"Uh? It's is. Good."
Good, right? Yeah, fuck it why not.
"I'm assuming your crew is Bonnet's crew, but I've got another name. Darcy, young thing but rabid as a fucking wolf hound."
He clearly likes her, so that's saying something.
Even through his soggy brain he can hedge a bet that Ed hasn't come looking for an update on something he was not particularly engaged with previously. Izzy crosses his arms. Be casual, be casual.
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Normal Izzy, buttoned up, tightly wound, Izzy, is momentarily put to bed as an aftermath of very good tequila and a foray into the land of just what the fuck a hot tub is.
Very good, is the answer. A hot tub is very, very good.
He's wearing one of his ugly shirts, a malicious gift from Stede, but it is black with a tolerable amount of tropical leaf line work, and very, very soft. The one drawback being that his single glove looks even stranger with short sleeves.
Izzy hears Ed approach before he even speaks, having committed the sound of his footsteps to memory, and just catches him hiding something away. He stops in the hall, casually leaning against the wall of the corridor lest he sway and betray himself, and wills his entire body into sobriety as fast as possible. It is only marginally successful in the way that drunk people think it is successful to act sober.
"Uh? It's is. Good."
Good, right? Yeah, fuck it why not.
"I'm assuming your crew is Bonnet's crew, but I've got another name. Darcy, young thing but rabid as a fucking wolf hound."
He clearly likes her, so that's saying something.
Even through his soggy brain he can hedge a bet that Ed hasn't come looking for an update on something he was not particularly engaged with previously. Izzy crosses his arms. Be casual, be casual.
"Did you need something?"