*Prances into the party in a pompous manner wearing ship decorated footy-PJs and clutching a plushy sword as well as a plushie of a certain female
His eyes wonder the room cautiously, noting the people running about, the man in the corner, an intrigued looks is spared towards Tank Girl and the booty shaking Maria before settling on Brame where he is curled on Dathne's lap. Blinks a little unsure as he realizes he reminds him of that damned Frenchie but Dathne looks a bit intimidating*
"Right then," he mutters as he hands over rum for everyone, not even bothering to be less obvious with sneaking yet more drink into the punch.
Securing a bottle for himself, he takes a long swing as he sits down on a red sleeping bag.
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