They hung around in the water for awhile, sloughing off for the time the heaviness of the universe in favor of just enjoying it. It was a good time, too; Scotty swam around the edges of the docks, not getting too far from his tools and such, but loosened up long enough to follow some neat little silvery fishes around for awhile, kind of fascinated by the way the all moved together.
But after that, when the idea of food finally invaded his mind again, he pulled himself up onto the docks and laid there like a dead man for a good twenty minutes, almost asleep in the sun. It was only that aforementioned cursing and boat trouble that made him move; he shook off the drowsiness, gave Harold a 'follow my lead' and went to do some work.
He managed to convince the boater that he and Harold were just on leave and moonlighting mechanics.
Scotty also got a bit of a shock: He didn't realize how... liberated Risa was. So, when he had Harold got propositioned, it sent his eyebrows right up under his bangs, and he was so taken aback and surprised that he managed to embarrass the living Hell out of the boater, who apparently had forgotten that not every single person on Risa was available for the asking.
It worked in his favor; both the mumbled apology and the decent tip he got on top of the payment (where he undercut the local mechanics) were products of that embarrassment. And if he was a little baffled by being hit on like that, he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He taught Harold where he could, though they had to work fast. Explained how the motor worked, and what was what, and how to diagnose what was wrong with it by troubleshooting. Small stuff, but always handy.
By the time the late afternoon wore on, they'd done three quick repair jobs, garnered payment and decent tips, and it was time to start considering food.
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Late Afternoon
Date: 2009-08-09 08:36 pm (UTC)But after that, when the idea of food finally invaded his mind again, he pulled himself up onto the docks and laid there like a dead man for a good twenty minutes, almost asleep in the sun. It was only that aforementioned cursing and boat trouble that made him move; he shook off the drowsiness, gave Harold a 'follow my lead' and went to do some work.
He managed to convince the boater that he and Harold were just on leave and moonlighting mechanics.
Scotty also got a bit of a shock: He didn't realize how... liberated Risa was. So, when he had Harold got propositioned, it sent his eyebrows right up under his bangs, and he was so taken aback and surprised that he managed to embarrass the living Hell out of the boater, who apparently had forgotten that not every single person on Risa was available for the asking.
It worked in his favor; both the mumbled apology and the decent tip he got on top of the payment (where he undercut the local mechanics) were products of that embarrassment. And if he was a little baffled by being hit on like that, he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He taught Harold where he could, though they had to work fast. Explained how the motor worked, and what was what, and how to diagnose what was wrong with it by troubleshooting. Small stuff, but always handy.
By the time the late afternoon wore on, they'd done three quick repair jobs, garnered payment and decent tips, and it was time to start considering food.
"So... where d'ye wanna eat?"