waving not drowning
It’s a rough sort of evening in Termina, the rain pelting down harder than it had all month. Word on the street was that a typhoon was due in over the next couple days, and from the way the winds were blowing it seemed incredibly likely that such was the case.
On the Zelbess, one could feel every toss of the waves, but it didn’t seem to affect the mood of the lads. Who had, in fact, earlier been kicked out of the house. Something about the fact that working on a drumline not being conducive to getting detail sculpting done. Funny that.
Off in the corner, Theo is perched on a stack of crates, going over the notes that had been jotted down before they made for the ship. It seems that even after six years of it, Nikki’s handwriting remains as illegible as ever. “Are you sure you’re just illiterate and have been playing at writing all this time?”
“Feck off.” Comes the almost automatic response. “It’s all perfectly legible, you’re just..” Nikki’s hand fritters at the air before going back to poking at an amp that had blown out the other day. As it’s a good idea to let someone attuned to water mess with the electronics. Yes indeed.
“Your comebacks tonight are notably subpar.” Flea notes from his seat that just happens to be far away from Nikki and his fiddling.
“It’s largely do to the substandard material I’m given to work with. Even genius can only go so far.”
On the Zelbess, one could feel every toss of the waves, but it didn’t seem to affect the mood of the lads. Who had, in fact, earlier been kicked out of the house. Something about the fact that working on a drumline not being conducive to getting detail sculpting done. Funny that.
Off in the corner, Theo is perched on a stack of crates, going over the notes that had been jotted down before they made for the ship. It seems that even after six years of it, Nikki’s handwriting remains as illegible as ever. “Are you sure you’re just illiterate and have been playing at writing all this time?”
“Feck off.” Comes the almost automatic response. “It’s all perfectly legible, you’re just..” Nikki’s hand fritters at the air before going back to poking at an amp that had blown out the other day. As it’s a good idea to let someone attuned to water mess with the electronics. Yes indeed.
“Your comebacks tonight are notably subpar.” Flea notes from his seat that just happens to be far away from Nikki and his fiddling.
“It’s largely do to the substandard material I’m given to work with. Even genius can only go so far.”