Oshiro's brows furrowed slightly at Johnny's confident and spontaneous laughter, but his smile was unchanging. He stared the other male directly in the eyes, and moment of tension passed between them before Johnny spoke again. How rude, he didn't even say his name. Oshi's lips spread thinner, into an even more mischievous expression when Johnny mentioned a 'future captain'. He was attached already, that was quite unfortunate. Oshiro took the tightness of Johnny's grip as a challenge though his own hand remained relaxed and by his face you'd assume he didn't even notice.
His gaze didn't shift to Hanwon until the captain was done speaking. Though the man still spilled threats left and right- he suddenly seemed much more comfortable. "Big dreams for a little man." Oshi noted with the twitch of his lip- actually this guy couldn't have been any older than Oshi, what made him think he, some random teenager, could make a crew? Oshiro considered the question before grinning at his own sarcastic answer about the smoke that often fumed from Hanwon's body. "Me? Wow, you're quite the gentleman." Oshiro mocked when Hanwon turned the subject of conversation towards him- Oshiro didn't notice the steadily rising temperature in his hand until it was a bit to hot for comfort. Oshiro gaze dropped to his hand, still wrapped around Hanwon's, before lifting up to meet the captain's. Hanwon's expression was serious but teasing, Oshiro knew that the captain wanted him to pull away. Tightening his grip, Oshi grinned "Eh, I'm nobody interesting. Is it hot in here, or is it just me? You must be quite the romantic, making me all sweaty on our first date," the male purred teasingly. Did it sting? Damn right it stung! Oshiro, who was unusually good at keeping his cool, couldn't keep his hand from shaking- though his grip stayed strong as if his will to prove himself were fighting with his instinct to not get burnt like hell. Oshiro looked about as his hand slowly pullled away from Hanwon's. "So, Arashi, judging by the way he acts like your soft-spoken puppy, is your first mate. Mr. Green's gotta be Shipright. You don't have a navigator." Oshi paused for a moment as if giving himself time to think about what he was going to say next. With a suddenly serious gaze, though his lopsided smile was fleetingly, "I want in on your crew-" Oshiro insisted suddenly, "I may not be as professionally experienced as scales-for-brain, here," the boy continued with a gesture towards Johnny before smirking "But this wouldn't be my first rodeo. I know my way around the waters, and I've got a decent eye for a map. Besides if you don't like me, you can just throw me overboard- not saying I wouldn't fight back." Oshiro's last sentences ended with a smirk, an almost playful reminder to let the others know he wouldn't be pushed around so easily. From the looks of it, at least two of the members of this crew were much stronger than him. Still, unfair battles always seemed to be the most fun for Oshi, who would rather fight and lose than just give up. "Scratch that- fuck your crew. I just need a means of travel, but I don't mind helping you out if you'll help me. Whether you like it or not, going into a battle against the marines with only 3 people is practically a death wish." Oshiro shrugged,