Post by Jade on Jul 27, 2021 0:37:56 GMT -5
"Right..." Sayuri said after another moment had passed, and then readjusted her grip on the dirty laundry tub. "Well, if you're done with art for now - these need cleaning, so come and help me with that, alright?"
Harley made some small noise of acknowledgement and went right back to looking over her art. The quartermaster sighed moved right along, but came to a stop once again beside Holly, who had sat herself down on a log and was in the process of unwrapping a lollipop she'd pulled out of her satchel. "Okay, you've been wearing that coat for the past week and I haven't seen you wash it in all that time. Give it here."
"Huh?" Holly eloquently asked in the same moment as the sweet was popped into her mouth. "This one is perfectly clean." She locked eyes with Sayuri, and the two had a little stare-off that lasted all of fifteen seconds - and then Holly opened up her satchel and removed a handful of balled-up white coats, nearly identical to the one she was wearing. "Okay, fine..."
"Give me the one you're wearing, too.""This one is clean, though!"
"Tell that to the grease you've got on the front of it," Sayuri said, holding one hand out as she balanced the tub against her hip. The little doctor sighed, removed her satchel, and then the coat - which was summarily added to the pile. "Thank you."
"No, thank you..." Holly's response was grateful in words, but delivered sullenly as she ran her hands over her now-exposed arms. She watched Sayuri as she walked off, and then returned her attention to the captain's artistic endeavors. "Okay, that might be too much blue."
"This is the spot?""Do you see any other weird rock formations with boats in the center?""Well, there is that shipwreck over in the cave down by-"
"That doesn't count and you know it." The spindly-limbed, blonde-haired woman said, cutting off the hulking, leaf-covered and masked figure standing behind her. "For a start, that's been there for at least the past four years."
"I dunno, it seemed a little relevant..." The huge individual shifted, looking for all the world like an immense bush had picked itself up and decided to run around on two trunk-like legs. "Since he asked."
The third member of the scouting party, a bald man wearing a strange set of opaque, metal-framed goggles that contrasted heavily with the rest of his decidedly natural-appearing attire, grinned. "It's called a 'rhetorical question', Beech. It was basically a joke."
The walking bush considered that for a moment, and then hummed a discontent little tune. "Not a very good joke, I must say. Shall I go back and get the rest of the group...?"
"Yeah, sure, that would be..." By the time the young man had gotten halfway through his response and began to turn back toward the huge figure, there was no such figure in sight. "Man, we need to put a bell on them or something - I hate it when they do that."