02-27-2018, 08:12 AM
Not for the first time that day, Hammer brought a hand up to cover the eyes of his helmet, in a gesture reminiscent of one usually accompanied by a long, exasperated sigh and a whispered 'oh my fucking god'. He mumbled darkly under his breath, the words lost in the general hub-bub of the break room thanks to the muffling of his helmet.
He tuned back into the ongoing conversation just in time to hear the tail end of a very short conversation about ducks. "So are you, like...secretly the Duck Whisperer or something, Scrubsey?" he suddenly cut into the lull in the duck-related back and forth. "Or do you just have a...thing for water fowl?"
Rooster let out a faint sigh of relief, glad for the reprieve from the onslaught of avian and crop-focused querying as Scrubsey turned toward their surlier conversation partner. "Er...what?"
"I mean, like...ducks." Hammer held up a hand, fingers folded into a crude shadow-puppetry-without-a-light-to-cast-a-shadow-and-thereby-ruining-the-'shadow'-part-of-it-all imitation of a duck's head. "'Quack' and stuff. Like...what's up with that? Why the aggressive interest in a bunch of cranky water fowl?"
From the stark silence that followed his questions, Hammer felt like he might as well have slapped Scrubsey, insulted her mother, and announced he'd cooked and eaten her favorite pet duck (which he already strongly suspected she had one of) all in the same breath. Even Rooster shifted uncomfortably in his seat and suddenly became very interested in making sure his coffee was properly stirred.
"....well, I'll just..." Hammer shifted and rose from his seat, shuffling off. "Go find a quiet corner somewhere to chew on my foot in peace. Don't...don't mind me." And he quickly shuffled off out of the room. "Scuse me...pardon me...sorry, Sarge..." he muttered as he maneuvered through the room, only stopping to stare in wonderment and awe at the new Incendiary Beverage Producing Device before he was gone.
A moment later, his voice drifted back. "I HAVE AN INTENSE AVERSION TO ALL THINGS AVIAN, OKAY?! GET OFF ME!"
He tuned back into the ongoing conversation just in time to hear the tail end of a very short conversation about ducks. "So are you, like...secretly the Duck Whisperer or something, Scrubsey?" he suddenly cut into the lull in the duck-related back and forth. "Or do you just have a...thing for water fowl?"
Rooster let out a faint sigh of relief, glad for the reprieve from the onslaught of avian and crop-focused querying as Scrubsey turned toward their surlier conversation partner. "Er...what?"
"I mean, like...ducks." Hammer held up a hand, fingers folded into a crude shadow-puppetry-without-a-light-to-cast-a-shadow-and-thereby-ruining-the-'shadow'-part-of-it-all imitation of a duck's head. "'Quack' and stuff. Like...what's up with that? Why the aggressive interest in a bunch of cranky water fowl?"
From the stark silence that followed his questions, Hammer felt like he might as well have slapped Scrubsey, insulted her mother, and announced he'd cooked and eaten her favorite pet duck (which he already strongly suspected she had one of) all in the same breath. Even Rooster shifted uncomfortably in his seat and suddenly became very interested in making sure his coffee was properly stirred.
"....well, I'll just..." Hammer shifted and rose from his seat, shuffling off. "Go find a quiet corner somewhere to chew on my foot in peace. Don't...don't mind me." And he quickly shuffled off out of the room. "Scuse me...pardon me...sorry, Sarge..." he muttered as he maneuvered through the room, only stopping to stare in wonderment and awe at the new Incendiary Beverage Producing Device before he was gone.
A moment later, his voice drifted back. "I HAVE AN INTENSE AVERSION TO ALL THINGS AVIAN, OKAY?! GET OFF ME!"
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