Arctic: *glances warily at Flint, gripping the question card tightly* So... looks like we've got a joint question this time. Fun. 

Flint: *grins, linking his hands behind his head* *nods to Aika*

Unchained: *nudges Arctic with an elbow* It is fun! Relax~

Aika: *smiles in return* *glances at Arctic, then back to him* ... have you been giving her a rough time? 

Flint: *beams* 'Course not, Aika. Give your cap'n some credit!

Arctic: *flatly* It's not him. I just don't like... cheery people. Much better to be gloomy in my opinion.

Flint: *shrugs* Can't help being all smiley like this, Miss Arctic, on account a' the fact ya made me this way~

Arctic: *narrows eyes, but ultimately sighs, shoulders slumping* How I wish I could argue with you on that... Whatever. Unchained, wanna give 'em the question before Flint here takes off like the freaking rabbit I made him into?

Aika: *shrugs in response, well aware that he can get on some peoples nerves with his personality* 

Unchained: *happily* Sure thing! Alright, so... *holds up her own question card* It says "Hey, guys is it bad if I'm already shipping you two--

Aika: *blankly* Shipping?

Flint: *cocks head, expression befuddled* That ain't the kinda ship I'm familiar with, I'm guessin'? *glances at Aika, his usual cheer somewhat dampened in his confusion*

Arctic: *scratches cheek* Nah, not quite. Means they like the idea of the two of you in a relationship. *cuts Flint off before he can reply* Beyond that of you two being captain and subordinate. They like you together. *raises eyebrows suggestively*

Flint: ... *instantly flushes as red as his hair* W-What? What kinda...

Unchained: *starts giggling* Now he gets it. 

 Aika: *initially embarrassed as well, but when she catches sight of Flint's red face she laughs* Well, that's a nice color on you. *cocks a brow* Embarrassed, Captain? 

Flint: *bristles, though he's still red-faced, which takes the sting out of his glare quite well* R-Reckon I have a right to be! We're not... like that... 

Arctic: *snickers* No need to get so worked up over something that isn't real, Flinty, don't ya think? 

Flint: *flushes an even deeper red* Y'all stop that now!

Unchained: *full out laughter* This is wonderful. 

 Aika: *eyes him thoughtfully for a moment, a smirk playing on the edge of her lips* She's right, you know. No need to get worked up over something that's not real. *puts on a mock surprised look* Unless it isn't. You holding out on me?

Flint: *indignant spluttering* N-Not you, too, Aika!  

Arctic: *grins, crossing her arms over her chest* Are you, Flinty? 

 Flint: *nervously glancing between Arctic, Unchained and Aika, stiffening as Reimei trills a message to him* *growls* I ain't... I ain't yella-bellied, Reimei! Aika's my right-hand lass, she ain't... *trails off, dropping his gaze to his shoes, rubbing consciously at his arm to ward off at least some of his embarrassment* Y'all just love teasing me, like Ma, don't ya?

Aika: *that smirk fully appearing* Well... you make it so easy...  

Unchained: *has just dissolved into laughter*

Arctic: *rolls eyes, flicking her wrist to send her card flying at Flint, who swats it away irritably* Now, now, let's end the poor boy's misery for now. *chuckles* I'm sure we'll get another question about this eventually. Let's move on to the second part. *glancing at Aika as well* Care to explain how you two met?

Flint: *rubbing at his cheeks in a vain effort to rid them of their crimson hue* *after a moment's pause, his expression asking why this isn't an obvious answer* We've known each other since we were kiddies. Born and raised on the Thousand Sunny together.

Aika: *still looks amused by Flint's situation, but simply nods her agreement to his words* I can't remember /not/ knowing Flint. We've always been best friends and all. *shrugs* That answer the question?

Unchained: *calming down* Well, that was boring in comparison to the first part. *grinning* Buuuuut, it's an answer.

Flint: *audibly sighs in relief, a hand over his heart* Good Lord, that took a damn toll on my heart... *shoots a cross look at Arctic, who's busy snickering again* Dammit, I'm gonna pester Ma till she tells me all 'bout your crushes, Miss Arctic!

Arctic: *smiles easily* Feel free, Flinty. All of 'em are fictional and it's not like I really care. *sticks out tongue*

Aika: *reaches out a hand to pat Flint's shoulder* Calm down, Captain. *amused* Just think about it this way, your presence alone usually bothers her. You just have to exist to get revenge.

Flint: *perks up, eyes brightening at the prospect of revenge* Well I'll be, you've got a point, Aika... *grins, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his cargo shorts and sticking his tongue out to return the gesture* 

Arctic: *scowls* Aika, don't encourage the bastard...

Aika: *spreads her hands in the air* You're the one who started it with that question.

Arctic: It's not like I asked it - that was Zoe!

Aika: *shrugs* So? *glances at Flint* Get her back good, alright? Be as you as you can be. *that smirk touching the edge of her lips again* 

Unchained: Alright... so I'd say we've learned a bit about Aika today. *laughs, rubbing the back of her neck* Sorry, Maria.

Arctic: *sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose* It's... it's fine. These two... *with a nasty sneer at Flint* they go so well together! Totally OTP material! *rolls her eyes again, then waves to Unchained before starting to walk away*

Flint: *panics* Wait! What in all hell is an OTP?!

Unchained: *laughing* It's... it's... *trouble breathing through the laughter* One... true... pairing.

Aika: ... *rolls her eyes, giving Flint's shoulder one more, good pat before moving to grab her author by the back of her shirt and drag her out with her* Well, Captain, I'd say that's as good of a ending as any to leave off on. Also... *that smirk still edging her lips* Not the worst... OTP involving me I could think of. *keeping the teasing out of her tone, as she's far too amused by the reaction she's anticipating* See ya. *keeps walking*

Flint: *sinks into a crouch, curling his fingers into his hair, face resembling a sunburned tomato* OTP... Gah, I can't win against that Miss... She's all kinds o' evil...