If there was a third-best, under making things explode, followed by causing chaos, it was making people laugh, even if it meant they were laughing at him. It's such a short, low little thing, but he can feel it against his back, and it makes him swallow wetly. She's not even laughing at him, either.
"Yeah."
After all, he did kind of ask her to take care of the fuel-making. Given their resources, being on watch not only means keeping watch and keeping the fire stocked, but also actively making the dry wood to continuously feed it. Only problem is that she has to leave in order to do so. Oh well, it's not like this is the last time they'll be like this, right?
...Right?
When Fareeha leaves his side, Jamie takes a hold of his stand-in magitek prosthetic by the wrist. With a quick movement, he twists it into a position that would surely break someone's radius bone, but he's actually just undocking it from his stump to pull it off. The disguise doesn't bother to hide the half-dozen metal contacts buried in his skin, but once he tucks the prosthetic under his head to use it like a pillow, he covers up the stump and its contacts with his free hand, mostly to keep it warm and protected.
"Two or four hours?" he asks. Jamie is a pretty light sleeper, so he can go either way.
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If there was a third-best, under making things explode, followed by causing chaos, it was making people laugh, even if it meant they were laughing at him. It's such a short, low little thing, but he can feel it against his back, and it makes him swallow wetly. She's not even laughing at him, either.
"Yeah."
After all, he did kind of ask her to take care of the fuel-making. Given their resources, being on watch not only means keeping watch and keeping the fire stocked, but also actively making the dry wood to continuously feed it. Only problem is that she has to leave in order to do so. Oh well, it's not like this is the last time they'll be like this, right?
...Right?
When Fareeha leaves his side, Jamie takes a hold of his stand-in magitek prosthetic by the wrist. With a quick movement, he twists it into a position that would surely break someone's radius bone, but he's actually just undocking it from his stump to pull it off. The disguise doesn't bother to hide the half-dozen metal contacts buried in his skin, but once he tucks the prosthetic under his head to use it like a pillow, he covers up the stump and its contacts with his free hand, mostly to keep it warm and protected.
"Two or four hours?" he asks. Jamie is a pretty light sleeper, so he can go either way.