running a hand through his hair, reaching onto his bed for a sweater, pulling it on over his head. “ i was tired, asa. humans do that a lot, we sleep, if we’re sad, *
glancing up from his focus on the cells in a cyrobox. lips forming into a wide grin. “ sir yes sir. ” grabbing a twizzler from the pack, sneakers hitting the floor *
nodding, slightly confused. adjusting the position of his glasses on the bridge of his nose. “ aye-aye, captain. ” giving a sloppy salute towards the other.
stumbling to stable himself. “ woah! don’t wrinkle the shirt, i just got it. ” smoothing the fabric of a shirt with a dolphin on it. “ where are we going? i don’t *
“ usually i have ramen for food, but they ran out. ” scrambling to grab a bag of sour skittles, offering it with a grin. “ not sure if this is any better. i can *