Fourth floor common room, Monday afternoon-evening
Monday, March 10th, 2008 11:46 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
There were times that Sky let his inner dork out in public.
They were rare, but it happened.
Today was one of those times. He had decided to take his much-neglected model of the Protector into the common room so he could spread out more and finally get a good amount of work on the thing in rather than having the clutter of pieces set in piles all over his desk and half his bed.
Currently, he was using a pair of tweezers to place weetiny crew members into their weetiny seats on the weetiny ship's bridge. He was so focused, he didn't notice that his tongue was sticking out the side of his mouth, or that he was peering at the weetiny pieces with all the intensity of a hawk eyeing a mouse for his next meal. This was a delicate, serious procedure, after all.
A pitcher of tea and some cups sat out for anybody who might be passing by.
[Open as a common room tends to be.]
They were rare, but it happened.
Today was one of those times. He had decided to take his much-neglected model of the Protector into the common room so he could spread out more and finally get a good amount of work on the thing in rather than having the clutter of pieces set in piles all over his desk and half his bed.
Currently, he was using a pair of tweezers to place weetiny crew members into their weetiny seats on the weetiny ship's bridge. He was so focused, he didn't notice that his tongue was sticking out the side of his mouth, or that he was peering at the weetiny pieces with all the intensity of a hawk eyeing a mouse for his next meal. This was a delicate, serious procedure, after all.
A pitcher of tea and some cups sat out for anybody who might be passing by.
[Open as a common room tends to be.]