Stavanger Bay omerta

murgash expected retaliation; physical, dominant retaliation. when none came, murgash realized he had the upper-hand and a wicked grin sawed his ugly features in half with delight.

unfortunately for jagoda, looks -- even looks that could kill -- had never been forceful enough to cow murgash's outright impropriety. he looked the male up and down and decided then and there he was better -- and it showed clearly on his mangy mug.

"nunyebizness, dat's wot." he answered with a sniffle of self-importance, pleased with how rude he was allowed to be without punishment. like a toddler that was undisciplined, murgash's incivility would only grow. the seaweed he had collected remained pooled at his feet, but he was prepared to fling it at jagoda if the male became provoked by murgash's complete unruliness.