Tesuro manned his position quite well, taking care not to miss any important readings. However, it was a simple liftoff and he didn't have much to worry about either way, so he gave himself leeway to relax.
This relaxation slipped away however, when Kiyoko reached over his shoulder working on something at his station; he tensed up and his eyes fixated entirely upon the screens in front of him like a hawk eyeing its prey. His breathing intensified just a bit, but he made sure not to let it become too obvious. He did not want to appear to be a spaz in front of his superior officer.
Ritsuko arrived and, though Tesuro would never admit to it, he listened quite entirely to their exchange. Without turning around, he lifted a brow to their rather unprofessional conversation, and needless to say was a bit surprised at that sort of behavior from a higher-up, though he was by no means "appalled". Even being the introvert he was he didn't mind laying back a few when he wanted to relax.
His mind wandered to lazy days on the farm, when he would sit out on the porch after a hard day's work and have pseudo-philosophical conversations with his father. However upon later reflection, he would realize they were merely drunken musings that didn't particularly make sense or were even relevant to anything anywhere. Still, it was a fond memory.
When Ritsuko patted his shoulder, Tesuro was thrust out of his dreamland and as the words she spoke passed through his ears he shook, obviously embarrassed. He turned around, blushing rather intensely, to Ritsuko, then to Kiyoko, and to Ritsuko again.
"No no! I--we...no I was doing no such..."
However Ritsuko had already left to go speak with Creighton. Obviously it was a joke that he had taken a little too seriously and inadvertantly made himself look a tad foolish. He quickly turned to Kiyoko and stood in a very erect and proper manner. "Si--miss--no, Shosa! I apologize if I gave off any impression! I would never demean your honor in such a way as to flirt with you as one would a common civilian. I am very, very sorry, Shosa!"
He bowed deeply to her, a bit confused at this point. He knew it was just a joke, yet he continued to apologize as though he had committed some great offense. Perhaps it was just the stress of a new mission venting itself, or perhaps it was something else.
This relaxation slipped away however, when Kiyoko reached over his shoulder working on something at his station; he tensed up and his eyes fixated entirely upon the screens in front of him like a hawk eyeing its prey. His breathing intensified just a bit, but he made sure not to let it become too obvious. He did not want to appear to be a spaz in front of his superior officer.
Ritsuko arrived and, though Tesuro would never admit to it, he listened quite entirely to their exchange. Without turning around, he lifted a brow to their rather unprofessional conversation, and needless to say was a bit surprised at that sort of behavior from a higher-up, though he was by no means "appalled". Even being the introvert he was he didn't mind laying back a few when he wanted to relax.
His mind wandered to lazy days on the farm, when he would sit out on the porch after a hard day's work and have pseudo-philosophical conversations with his father. However upon later reflection, he would realize they were merely drunken musings that didn't particularly make sense or were even relevant to anything anywhere. Still, it was a fond memory.
When Ritsuko patted his shoulder, Tesuro was thrust out of his dreamland and as the words she spoke passed through his ears he shook, obviously embarrassed. He turned around, blushing rather intensely, to Ritsuko, then to Kiyoko, and to Ritsuko again.
"No no! I--we...no I was doing no such..."
However Ritsuko had already left to go speak with Creighton. Obviously it was a joke that he had taken a little too seriously and inadvertantly made himself look a tad foolish. He quickly turned to Kiyoko and stood in a very erect and proper manner. "Si--miss--no, Shosa! I apologize if I gave off any impression! I would never demean your honor in such a way as to flirt with you as one would a common civilian. I am very, very sorry, Shosa!"
He bowed deeply to her, a bit confused at this point. He knew it was just a joke, yet he continued to apologize as though he had committed some great offense. Perhaps it was just the stress of a new mission venting itself, or perhaps it was something else.
