An Aggravatingly Arranged Arrangement
Summer 55th 503 AV, 13th Bell
Location: The Cerulean Pier
Ricky wasn't sure what all was going on at the moment, all he knew was that his father decided to make sure he looked well cleaned up, and decent enough to be considered presentable for company that they were about to have. Syna had already started her descent now as the day worked towards the goal of reaching it's end, as the young fisherman felt the warmth of her rays bear down upon his skin with gentle kisses in the seaside breeze. They had arrived at a spot along the Cerulean Pier, where they were supposed to meet with these people that his father Burten apparently knew. "So, who're dese people we're suppose t' meet Pa?" He inquired curiously as he dipped his hands in his pockets, a look of aggravation in his eyes as he didn't understand why it'd become so suddenly important for the two to at least look cleaner than usual, granted they never had to worry about their outer appearances unless there was an absolute good reason like a social meeting.
"Well son, we're meetin' a couple o' people Oi know dat work wit' me over de years. De way Oi see it t'ey 'ave somebody t'ey want ye t' meet." He hinted with a grinned wink shot down at Ricky, a soft chuckle to follow as he crossed his arms to lean on the rail to look out over the water.
"Okay, so why do we need t' look all tidy den?" He prodded as he looked at the blue colored shirt he wore, he had a grayed colored vest on over it while his trousers were a lighter brown color. Both he and his father looked like ordinary rabble today compared to the usual attire fisherman generally wore, granted that such outfits were generally loose and more comfortable to wear instead.
"Because we wanna make sure ye give a good impression now, both yew an' t'eir daughter 're gonna be friends 'fter all." He explained with a pat on Ricky's shoulder as he shook the young sailor a couple of times, the boy still didn't look so enthusiastic about the meeting although one factor did change things. A daughter. He wasn't really friends with anybody nowadays, and the fact he was about to meet yet another girl he would talk to. That being a problem mainly because... he never knew how to talk to girls. Girls were something he hadn't the time nor interest in at the moment, even if he'd come to find himself curious at times he still shied from the idea in general. They were... different to say the least. Nira'lia being the first one he ever bothered with at a younger age, she'd come to be the only girl he ever talked to, and that was only when she was around to go swimming or spend time together. Which wasn't often unfortunately.
Now he was to meet somebody's daughter? The thought alone made him feel nervous deep down, as he hadn't the most single clue about what he should do when the moment would arrive. What am Oi t' do? Oi dun know what's suppose t' be said or done! Maybe Oi should ask Pa!... No, no Oi can't. He'll probably t'ink me silly, wonder how it is Oi dun know how t' talk wit' a girl. The notion alone irked him when he thought that, as he practically made himself a bet that he could prove himself wrong then. He was out of his right mind of course, and deep down he sort of wished that his Uncle Odis was here to help lend a bit of encouragement.
Summer 55th 503 AV, 13th Bell
Location: The Cerulean Pier
Ricky wasn't sure what all was going on at the moment, all he knew was that his father decided to make sure he looked well cleaned up, and decent enough to be considered presentable for company that they were about to have. Syna had already started her descent now as the day worked towards the goal of reaching it's end, as the young fisherman felt the warmth of her rays bear down upon his skin with gentle kisses in the seaside breeze. They had arrived at a spot along the Cerulean Pier, where they were supposed to meet with these people that his father Burten apparently knew. "So, who're dese people we're suppose t' meet Pa?" He inquired curiously as he dipped his hands in his pockets, a look of aggravation in his eyes as he didn't understand why it'd become so suddenly important for the two to at least look cleaner than usual, granted they never had to worry about their outer appearances unless there was an absolute good reason like a social meeting.
"Well son, we're meetin' a couple o' people Oi know dat work wit' me over de years. De way Oi see it t'ey 'ave somebody t'ey want ye t' meet." He hinted with a grinned wink shot down at Ricky, a soft chuckle to follow as he crossed his arms to lean on the rail to look out over the water.
"Okay, so why do we need t' look all tidy den?" He prodded as he looked at the blue colored shirt he wore, he had a grayed colored vest on over it while his trousers were a lighter brown color. Both he and his father looked like ordinary rabble today compared to the usual attire fisherman generally wore, granted that such outfits were generally loose and more comfortable to wear instead.
"Because we wanna make sure ye give a good impression now, both yew an' t'eir daughter 're gonna be friends 'fter all." He explained with a pat on Ricky's shoulder as he shook the young sailor a couple of times, the boy still didn't look so enthusiastic about the meeting although one factor did change things. A daughter. He wasn't really friends with anybody nowadays, and the fact he was about to meet yet another girl he would talk to. That being a problem mainly because... he never knew how to talk to girls. Girls were something he hadn't the time nor interest in at the moment, even if he'd come to find himself curious at times he still shied from the idea in general. They were... different to say the least. Nira'lia being the first one he ever bothered with at a younger age, she'd come to be the only girl he ever talked to, and that was only when she was around to go swimming or spend time together. Which wasn't often unfortunately.
Now he was to meet somebody's daughter? The thought alone made him feel nervous deep down, as he hadn't the most single clue about what he should do when the moment would arrive. What am Oi t' do? Oi dun know what's suppose t' be said or done! Maybe Oi should ask Pa!... No, no Oi can't. He'll probably t'ink me silly, wonder how it is Oi dun know how t' talk wit' a girl. The notion alone irked him when he thought that, as he practically made himself a bet that he could prove himself wrong then. He was out of his right mind of course, and deep down he sort of wished that his Uncle Odis was here to help lend a bit of encouragement.