[ Look. If they're not going to move and get underfoot, there's nothing that Maine can do. He's not going to suddenly become a gymnast just to not tread all over these things. Besides. It's not like he's murdering them in cold feet. They don't seem to be dying and after shaking themselves off, they shake-rattle-roll their way back into the nearest bunch.
He watches Wash's reaction, brows slightly raised as if he's going to supply an answer to this stupid quandary. He's not. Of course he's not. Wash is smart, but this is well above and beyond both of their paygrades.
A huff of a breath leaves him then, possible it's close to something resembling a laugh ( probably??? ) but it's also mostly just a audible ??? kind of thing. Maine stands there silently contemplative—as in glaring at those things that are seemingly populating the ship more than the people are—and wondering if they should take the situation into their own hands or not. The corners of his mouth twitch down before he makes another grumbly-growling sort of noise.
Think we should kill 'em?
Just as his noise abates, he feels something fall and land squarely on his head. He doesn't need to reach up to know he's suddenly wearing one of these pieces of shit as a very terrible toupée. Now he's just furious and wondering if squeezing them hard enough will kill them. ]
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He watches Wash's reaction, brows slightly raised as if he's going to supply an answer to this stupid quandary. He's not. Of course he's not. Wash is smart, but this is well above and beyond both of their paygrades.
A huff of a breath leaves him then, possible it's close to something resembling a laugh ( probably??? ) but it's also mostly just a audible ??? kind of thing. Maine stands there silently contemplative—as in glaring at those things that are seemingly populating the ship more than the people are—and wondering if they should take the situation into their own hands or not. The corners of his mouth twitch down before he makes another grumbly-growling sort of noise.
Think we should kill 'em?
Just as his noise abates, he feels something fall and land squarely on his head. He doesn't need to reach up to know he's suddenly wearing one of these pieces of shit as a very terrible toupée. Now he's just furious and wondering if squeezing them hard enough will kill them. ]