Her long seclusion had given her time to hone the art of perception, albeit mostly by joining—and subsequently getting banned from—online forums and message boards.
Musashi is a shitposter. Why does that make so much sense...
Jersey's baggy red swim trunks at least hid the hips that even Musashi was envious of,, and the American's American-flag bikini top didn't cover anything that Musashi didn't herself have in spades. But… but Musashi hadn't imagined a battleship could be so fit.

The Iowa-class's bare stomach was a symphony of rippling muscle, her eight boilers chiseled out in stunning relief, her shoulders looked machined from STS steel, and her arms looked strong enough to tear a small country in two.

Musashi expected Jersey's body to look something like Nagato's not… that. The Japanese battleship subconsciously arched her back until her main batteries were on proper display. She couldn't back down in face of a challenging like that!
*snrk* Careful with how thickly you're laying the shipping on here. You'll give @obssesednuker a heart attack.:D
"And second off… it's almost fucking two-thousand-sixteen." Jersey planted her hands on her hips, her inane American abs twitching just slightly as she tried to keep form laughing, "How the fuck do you still know who Arnie even fucking is."

"I'm well-watched," Said Musashi with a haughty smirk, her chest puffing out to match the American's show of force.
Yeah, they're made for each other.
All five of them wore frilly pink aprons—though by the scowl on Tenryuu's face and the shell casing clenched between her teeth like a cigar, the old cruiser was trying her darnedest to pretend she wasn't wearing any such thing.
:rofl:This demands fanart.
 
yup. One of a friend of mine's opinions is that we shouldn't try to objectify women less, but that we should objectify men more. She wants a costume for guys that is a banana hammock, a little tail, and some cat ears.

I'm perfectly okay with this.

Louisiana : As long as I get Winter in it first I'll put it on next!

W-Wait what? Why me!?
 
Then the little voice of Heermann echoed though the pool room. "THAT WAS AWESOME!" cried the little destroyer, her hands thrust in the air as she stood in her hot tub.
So... uh, shouldn't this have been a much bigger deal than lunch? Unless I missed something, Heermann has been convalescing sans legs, so Jersey's breakdown last chapter loses a little impact when her reaction to Heerman being ok again is "Yeah, lets eat." I was honestly expecting Jersey, at least, to rush over and hug/dote on Heermann. After Tenryuu and Co. walked in, I expected her to do it while stuffing food into Heermann. Definitely wasn't expecting her to just ignore that in favor of food.
 
Heermann's been feeling better, remember when Jersey woke up? Heermann's healing up nicely, and she really doesn't want to be doted on at this point. She's feeling better, and she doesn't want Jersey getting all mopey over her.

Also, this is written from Mushi's perspective. She's too busy gawking over more food than she even thought existed to pay much attention to what Jersey's doing .
 
Arizona: *nods in approval*



(seriously, where's Old Iron when you need him. This is golden. :p )
 
Saratoga: Battleships are mostly a stand up lot in my book. Sure they can be a little rowdy on liberty but they always clean up nice for Admiral's inspection. Submarines on the other hand are a secretive and sneaky bunch of perverts at all times.
 
Fundamentally and almost regardless of nation, all WW2 warships were crewed by at least a modestly large number of men who spend inordinate amounts of time at sea with nary a women in sight. Under those circumstances barracks pornography is gonna be a rule, not an exception.
 
There is porn everywhere.

Friend of mine took about 350+ gigs with him to afghanistan. If he ever deploys againi need to figure out how to send some of my stuff to him
 
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