Aw, look, they're playing nice. So you do too, more for Sam's sake than out of any actual courtesy, though honestly if they want to let it lie you're willing to call things fair and square. "My pleasure." Hard glares are met with a pleasantly neutral expression, you having clearly accepted the win in this match. You've proven your point and have no reason to rub their noses in it further. The next move - and whether or not there is one - is on them.
The boys take the easy jobs, leaving you to dust. Seems like fuckin' Tallyata over there ought to have done it, but whatever, you can manage well enough. Grabbing rags and a dusting stick you set about cleaning the cracks and crevices, whistling with a cheerfulness that utterly belies any knowledge of the awkward tension that permeates the shop.
The boys take the easy jobs, leaving you to dust. Seems like fuckin' Tallyata over there ought to have done it, but whatever, you can manage well enough. Grabbing rags and a dusting stick you set about cleaning the cracks and crevices, whistling with a cheerfulness that utterly belies any knowledge of the awkward tension that permeates the shop.
and in the sea that's painted black
creatures lurk below the deckbut you're my king and i'm your lionheart
creatures lurk below the deckbut you're my king and i'm your lionheart
