(it's fine!)
Andre nodded a little. "I don't mean now, I understand we're short on money. I meant at some later point, when we've got a bit more cash on hand." he shrugged a shoulder, keeping his eyes on the various gauges and controls that helped him pilot the ship. "It's not something we desperately need, but it would be great to have."
Down in her office, Rainy discovered with dismay that they were short on a lot of things. Everything needed replacing, revamping, they were low on food, low on water, hell she was even low on medicine. With a scratch sheet of paper she calculated out the price of everything they needed and winced. They weren't even close. Blowing out a frustrated breath, she crumpled the calculations and tossed them aside, deciding the captain didn't need the extra stress. She'd figure out the essentials and cut everything else. It'd be fine.
"So how would you react if someone kissed you Rael?"
"Andre, we'll figure something out. Don't worry your pretty head about it, alright? I'm going to make sure we're good on fuel, let me know when we land." he said, heaving himself up and walking to the engine room. It was where he slept and where he spent most of his time when he wasn't with the crew, the warmth a good barrier against the howling winds and the thrumming of machinery comforting in even the darkest times.
Andre nodded a little bit, shrugging his shoulders as he went back to the controls, making minute adjustments to keep the ship in line where it needed to go. He hummed quietly to himself as he worked, enjoying the peace and quiet, save for the faint humming and clicking of the machinery that surrounded him.
He stopped while being halfway done with buttoning up his coat. What? The cook's hand dropped to his side before pinching the bridge of his nose. Several words flew from his mind then fell onto his tongue, but they were all mixed up. Rael turned to look over at Allison for a second before picking up his wallet and putting it in a coat pocket. "Well right now, it doesn't seem like the most appropriate thing to do.", he sighed,"I'd have a much more vibrant reaction to not doing my duty despite these circumstances. I'm sorry." Rael started looking around the kitchen for his little sling bag which was over by the window. He carefully placed the letter and small wrapped box then slung it over himself.
""Oh okay. By the way, if you have a chance, visit my room, okay? Bye, cutie." Allison walked off to her post.
(Morning y'all)
(hullo)
(Hi.)
(Is everyone on?)
(no. And I won't be very active today anyways)
(Im not going to be on, on the weak end and late today. Sorry! [Just don't talk to Shawn. He'll be sleeping.])
(I'm alive for now)
(I'm alive for now)
(Noice)
(Bump)
(If y'all wanna continue I'm up for it!)
(Okie dokie!)
(alrighty!)
(Same)
He kept his body turned in her direction, listening closely to her words. Keeping his eyes down at the floor, the cook placed his hand over the bag's strap. When Allison left, Rael figured he'd just go around the kitchen area making sure everything was in place and ready. There wasn't much else for him to do, it wasn't the first time he did this. Before leaving, he took a small string then tied his wrapped box to the letter.
As Rael stepped out of the kitchen, he turned back to get another look then went to take another step. He decided to walk over to Andre and the controls. The cook had no clue where else to go. Of course he could go to his hammock and read, but it was too much. Waiting in the kitchen does get boring besides, someone might need his assistance; who knows?
"How's she doing my friend?", Rael asked as he entered. He only took a couple steps in, not wanting to get close or invade Andre's space. Piloting the ship was very critical using a lot of focus of course.
(Can someone describe Allisons post real quick?)
(Guy's- Sorry I disappeared on you.)
Andre looked up. "Hm? Oh, she's doing just fine. The uhm, tiredness of her skipper is another matter, but the ship itself is just fine." He shot Rael a rather tired smile, rubbing a hand over his face. "You can come in if you like, just try not to touch any of the controls. I don't want us to do a nosedive as I don't know how the engines would take it." He shrugged, his brown hair still back in a bun.
Rael shook his head,"Don't fret, I can defiantly tell you that's one of the last things I'll do." He caught a quick glimpse of the controls as he ambled in; he forgot how complicated it looks. It's one way to read, but most certainly another to read controls like these. The sound of the ship's gears and the rain nearby stole his attention for a moment as he kept silent. Keeping his hands together in front of him, he stood beside Andre. Seeing his fatigued look, he patted his friend on the shoulder. "And is the skipper of this ship fine?"