It was busy in the Workshop, busier than it had been a long time. His toes had gotten stepped on more than once, his fingers singed, his hair stuck out on end.
This when she wasn't fretting about her, her, or him. Or about whatever else happened. Or complaining of how little sleep she got. If it was that bad, there were always solutions, and he was happy to offer them. She had glared at him and shied some sort of sextant at his head. He didn't know where she'd gotten it.
So, he was hiding. And hoping Surreal was in a better, more snuggly mood.
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Date: 2006-03-29 04:20 am (UTC)It was busy in the Workshop, busier than it had been a long time. His toes had gotten stepped on more than once, his fingers singed, his hair stuck out on end.
This when she wasn't fretting about her, her, or him. Or about whatever else happened. Or complaining of how little sleep she got. If it was that bad, there were always solutions, and he was happy to offer them. She had glared at him and shied some sort of sextant at his head. He didn't know where she'd gotten it.
So, he was hiding. And hoping Surreal was in a better, more snuggly mood.