@hweyd , continued from: weld looks between his captain's tired face & adept hands, features crinkling at the sight of such an open yawn. he stays quiet as he grabs a nearby rag, wiping his hands from any oil residue accrued from tinkering with the pipework made at the very bottom of the ship. his, no, their ship, now β it hasn't been his for a while. even if weld was the one to design it. and oversee its construction. β caffeine can make people sleepy, too. β weld murmurs under his breath, barely audible.
the critical look does not go unnoticed, even as vision blurs momentarily. honestly, they wouldn't be able to ignore it even if they really tried βΒ too discerning of an all too familiar expression. though not exactly the same each time, it conveyed the same message, and brought with it a feeling that the captain found difficult to suppress. this, they hated.
abruptly, lips stop moving, and their sleepy, relaxed appearance becomes a bit more tense. Boog falters and their gaze breaks away from the shipwright as they clear their throat once, quietly. they can hear the other mumble something, likely a response to the captain's sarcastic remark, but they can't make out exactly what is said. it earns a raised brow in response, but that's it. nothing else is spoken, no clarity requested. Boog chooses to ignore the comment, suddenly changing the purpose of their presence below deck instead, with the snack in their hand seemingly forgotten.
Β Β Β β when can we get moving again? i don't like being a sitting duck. β
