#Clearing out the inbox of some late angst prompts whoopsie

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43 or 11? Mumscarian?

11. "They shouldn't treat you like that."

“They shouldn’t treat you like that,” Scar said, swaying lightly with the ship in the nighttime sea. His arms were crossed in front of himself and one eye was shut as he scrutinized Mumbo, who wouldn’t look at him.

“It’s fine,” the other man said simply. “They get the job done regardless.”

“You are their captain, Mumbo Jumbo. Not some poor teenager made to mop a deck on a Navy boat.” Scar took a step and then another toward Mumbo, cornering him against some barrels on the deck. He reached out and smoothed the lapels of Mumbo’s coat. “I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a crew so…rowdy with their captain before.”

 “It’s fine, they listen to Iskall-“

“Who is the right hand, yes, but not the captain. They need to listen to you.”

Mumbo groaned, very much not wanting to have this conversation, it seemed. He leaned his forehead into Scar’s and pressed his eyes shut, quiet as Scar scrutinized him again from this up close angle.

“Can we…talk about this in the morning?” he asked softly.

Scar hummed and said, “Do you agree we’ll actually talk about it?”

Mumbo made a noncommittal noise and leaned to press a kiss to Scar’s mouth as way of answer, taking in a deep breath.

“Mumbo.”

“Okay, alright, I promise I will let you actually talk to me about it in the morning after I’ve gotten some proper shut eye and don’t smell like the beer one of the crew spilled on me,” Mumbo complained, pushing himself into Scar with a grumpy look on his face. It pleased Scar well enough and he got out of Mumbo’s personal bubble to entice him to come back to their quarters and sleep instead.