our sins are washed away
Unsurprisingly, Saiden was tending the barbecue. Just because he wasn't on the ship didn't mean he wasn't working. Not that he saw this as work in the slightest. Indeed, he had a stupidly joyful grin plastered on his lips, happy as a clam to be pursuing what was basically his passion.
Humming cheerfully along with the music, he just tended to the meat, flipping things and filling plates as needed. There was a drink resting on a small table next to him and periodically he'd take a swig from it. Smacking his lips as he did, he was basically lost to his surroundings, content to just focus on his grilling and not on making small talk or connections.
Humming cheerfully along with the music, he just tended to the meat, flipping things and filling plates as needed. There was a drink resting on a small table next to him and periodically he'd take a swig from it. Smacking his lips as he did, he was basically lost to his surroundings, content to just focus on his grilling and not on making small talk or connections.
