zephyr
Sign making doesn't seem like a job for three people, and you've never been particularly artistic. So when Red instructs the others to go make some nice little decorative plaques, you immediately ignore the directions to instead go about your own task of fucking with helping Sam as he cleans.
"Need another pair'a hands?" You come up behind him with your hands in your pockets, peering over his shoulder at the cleaning he's doing. Shit, you shoulda taken him up on the offer to clean your place. "Or I could run for snacks for the crew. Or y'know. Whatever." You're rocking back and forth on your toes, not quite sure what to do with yourself.
ZEPH DOES NOTHING but bothers Sam
"Need another pair'a hands?" You come up behind him with your hands in your pockets, peering over his shoulder at the cleaning he's doing. Shit, you shoulda taken him up on the offer to clean your place. "Or I could run for snacks for the crew. Or y'know. Whatever." You're rocking back and forth on your toes, not quite sure what to do with yourself.
ZEPH DOES NOTHING but bothers Sam
burn all the things you have to burn
save all the people you're supposed to save
save all the people you're supposed to save
