"I can't help it," she said in reply to his question, "You just suck at describing things."
She wiped her hand idly on her jumpsuit's leg, frowning at the blotch that resulted.
Yuzuki looked down at the synthetic filth - that was synthetic fluid in a nutshell, or at least in the sprite's opinion - that stained her hands and the sleeves of her uniform lower than her elbows. She had never given cleanliness the meticulous thought that other people often gave it. What was the point of cleaning up, if five minutes later you found yourself worming your way through a bunch of maintenance tunnels cleaning carbon off of the generator ventilations? At the end of the day, even if she was dead tired she found the time. At least she could sleep clean, when she did sleep.
She stood off the armor she had been sitting on, and found her toolkit. She took a couple of rags from it, and wiped off the rest of her hands. Deep in the back of her mind she knew there was a deadline on this work, looming up in front of her - the armors had to be combat-ready for the next mission, whatever that was. Nobody had given her a time, a date, or anything like that, but she knew instinctively that this was the case. There would be a need for them. They had to be done. Period.
On the other hand, Kai had pictures of things she had never seen before. Trees. Leafy shrubbery. Furry animals. A world that turned. She wondered, briefly, how it must feel to stand on something that was constantly turning around and around.
"It will only take a couple of minutes to run for them," stated the sprite, feeling a little guilty.
She wiped her hand idly on her jumpsuit's leg, frowning at the blotch that resulted.
Yuzuki looked down at the synthetic filth - that was synthetic fluid in a nutshell, or at least in the sprite's opinion - that stained her hands and the sleeves of her uniform lower than her elbows. She had never given cleanliness the meticulous thought that other people often gave it. What was the point of cleaning up, if five minutes later you found yourself worming your way through a bunch of maintenance tunnels cleaning carbon off of the generator ventilations? At the end of the day, even if she was dead tired she found the time. At least she could sleep clean, when she did sleep.
She stood off the armor she had been sitting on, and found her toolkit. She took a couple of rags from it, and wiped off the rest of her hands. Deep in the back of her mind she knew there was a deadline on this work, looming up in front of her - the armors had to be combat-ready for the next mission, whatever that was. Nobody had given her a time, a date, or anything like that, but she knew instinctively that this was the case. There would be a need for them. They had to be done. Period.
On the other hand, Kai had pictures of things she had never seen before. Trees. Leafy shrubbery. Furry animals. A world that turned. She wondered, briefly, how it must feel to stand on something that was constantly turning around and around.
"It will only take a couple of minutes to run for them," stated the sprite, feeling a little guilty.