The next day...
*Having been a bit... disconcerted by what he would possibly hear if he went to his basement berth room, he instead slipped out to the deck as the party wound down last night... early this morning.
Now, sprawling under the chiming bows of one of the over-hanging trees, he wakes. The morning sun is still low in the sky upriver, filtering through the trees as pale gold and green light, and birds are singing. He's very relaxed, and thanks to nursing that one cube of high grade Sideswipe gave him, not at all hungover.
For a while he just lies in the chair, head resting back, optics only open a slit, and listens to the morning. He's rarely this still voluntarily, and despite being filled with a real sense of peace, it doesn't last more than half an hour.
The deck doesn't take any time at all to clean up. He disperses the empty cubes, wipes up the one spill, and heads inside, quietly continuing to work, and even humming an song softly.*
(ooc-Shack is open, beware of waking, hungover party guests, LOL)
Now, sprawling under the chiming bows of one of the over-hanging trees, he wakes. The morning sun is still low in the sky upriver, filtering through the trees as pale gold and green light, and birds are singing. He's very relaxed, and thanks to nursing that one cube of high grade Sideswipe gave him, not at all hungover.
For a while he just lies in the chair, head resting back, optics only open a slit, and listens to the morning. He's rarely this still voluntarily, and despite being filled with a real sense of peace, it doesn't last more than half an hour.
The deck doesn't take any time at all to clean up. He disperses the empty cubes, wipes up the one spill, and heads inside, quietly continuing to work, and even humming an song softly.*
(ooc-Shack is open, beware of waking, hungover party guests, LOL)