caffeinetea and I had a hilarious conversation about this ship like two months ago, which I found, I think making a titanic parody with Token x Kenny might be the most hilarious idea we have ever talked about. (And this boat STAYS AFLOAT GODDAMNIT.)
Warnings: Cursing and some VERY sexual jokes.
Ages: 20 both.
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Kenny's POV.

"Alright then, dears, go along," Mrs. Narttupaska says, waving her children away. They all go all around the ship.

"Thank you for taking the job for me. Looking after five kids alone, no no, I wouldn't be able to. I'm no super mother," she says.

I nod and place the bags down.

"Kenneth, could you be a darling and make me some tea? My voice needs to be the best it can be," she says.

I make her tea, putting it beside her.

"Thank you, Kenneth," she says.

I nod, keeping the straight back.

"You can go. But please gather the kids in an hour or two," she says.

"Yes ma'am," I say.

I get out of the room, taking a deep breath as soon as the door is closed. I start walking, keeping my eyes from facing people. Someone bumps into me.

"Little shit," he mutters.

I pick up his papers. When he leaves, I, very sneakily, show him the middle finger. Someone starts laughing at my actions.

"Jerk deserved it, been bothering my mother the whole time," he says.

He pulls me away from a woman, who is holding a cup of tea.

"Fancy ass shits with their tea, I just wanted damn coffee," he says.

I can't help laughing at the face he makes.

"No, seriously, I've been looking for coffee for 30 damn minutes," he says.

I nod.

"Yeah. Rich people and their goddamn tea," I say.

He rolls his eyes, letting out a slight chuckle.

"Don't blame me, I just wanted my damn coffee," he says.

I roll my eyes.

"And I didn't want to come here. I guess we can't always win," I say.

This time he actually laughs.

"Why did you come on then?" He asks.

"I'm here to, as she said, 'assist her in business and help with her children.' In it's most basic form, I am here to basically wipe their shit if they want me to," I say.

"Wait, that is an actual job?" He asks.

"Yeah, rich boy. I'm a 'personal assistant' who is specialising in taking care of kids. Sounds like I have some sort of idea of what the fuck I'm doing, trust me, I don't," I say.

"That sounds like such a shit job," he says.

"First of all, rich boy, shit doesn't fit in your mouth, get it out of there. But yeah, it's pretty shit, I just haven't got many second possibilities. I'm doing what is best for my brother and sister. We all live together, ever since dad died and mom went to jail," I say.

"Oh... I'm so sorry for all of that," he says.

"Nah, I'm not the one for needing sympathy, rich boy. Makes me feel weak," I say.

"You don't seem particularly sad about that happening to your family," he says.

"There is a certain way to live life. I see as much as I can, learn whatever I can and just live the fullest I can with the things I have. If  life is going to give me little, I am going to make sure that I make the most of it," I say.

"That's... not many people think like that," he says.

"Yeah, very much so, rich boy. But as my sister, who might be one of the smartest kids I know, said, 'Normally, when people have something they don't know to want it.' I asked her what it meant and she said that, 'If you try to get to a point the hardest you can, you will be so much more grateful when you have it.' She's a smart girl, or I should say woman by now," I say.

"She seems like an angel," he says.

"Karen is. Kevin and I took care of her together since he was 19," I say.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"I'm Kenneth, though most people call me Kenny or Ken," I say.

"I'm Token," he says.

"Wow. Oh wow. Who the hell named you and where can I get their humor?" I ask.

"My dad did," Token says.

"Excuse me while I go marry your dad," I say.

"That sounds extremely homo," Token says.

"I am," I say.

"Oh," he says.

"Well girls are nice too," I say.

"You're not joking?" He asks.

"No no, I'm not," I say.

He pulls me into the near by bathroom.

"Look, I'm homosexual," he says.

My eyes widen.

"The rich kid is homosexual? Wow, rich boy, wouldn't have guessed," I say.

He gives me a warning look.

"How is it possible to find an another one of people like me?" He asks.

"And ones, the homo one is attractive. Hell yes," I say.

"You can just say that? Is your country not stricter on the law?" Token asks.

"I would assume we might be from the same country," I say.

"Then how do you call a man attractive?" Token asks.

"The same way you think it, Rich boy. I just voice it rather than just staying silent," I say.

He rolls his eyes.

"It's illegal. I don't understand how you can do something illegal," he says.

"I just say that I like men's penises. I'm not killing anyone nor robbing. None of the sort. Do you expect yourself to stay silent forever about what you want and what you don't want?" I ask.

He keeps quiet.

"I'm, like I said, the one to think that we have lives, lives as valid as someone who loves the opposite gender. We can't hide it forever and I know that it'll be legal, I am sure," I say.

I kiss him.

"There, for example, is something that nobody in this world should call a crime," i say.

He kisses me again.

"I... I guess," he says.

"I don't mean you have to go out and yell, 'I'm homosexual' to the world, I mean, you have the right to be with the person you like as much as a man in love with a woman," I say.

He smiles at me.