Literature
Sewing
Sewing
"You're sewing?" Jeice blinked hard, hoping that the image of Zarbon sitting and repairing his cape was only some sort of mirage; perhaps born from something funny that just happened to be seeping through the vents. Perhaps.
No such luck, it was real.
Zarbon's eyebrow twitched but he didn't look up from his work. "What are you doing here?"
"Bored. Came to bother you. I like the look of you flustered."
"You came all the way to my quarters just to annoy me," Zarbon managed to keep his voice sounding neutral. "How nice of you."
"Seriously, what the hell?" quickly returning to his original topic, Jeice jabbed a finger forward to poin