Cy stretched a good bit and let out a long sigh. He hadn't been sore at all upon waking up, and thus the tall elf was catching up on work he hadn't been able to do for the last couple of days. He had to check the engine, among a few other key pieces of the Luinista. His left hand came up. He wiped his forehead with the back of his glove. It left a small streak of dirt. Cy then kneeled down and returned the screwdriver he'd been holding into the toolbox on the floor. He was beginning to get hungry. It seemed a good time to take a break for lunch. He'd return to the engine room afterward.
He was a little surprised he actually was hungry. His breakfast had been a pretty big one and definitely filling. Something about the meal had been strange. Not the apple cinnamon pancakes that Carley had made. No, those had been delicious. He found himself peeking at the little elf every now and then, around the large stack of pancakes she had made. When he thought she might look back at him, he ducked behind the stack and resumed eating. He was unaware she had been doing something very similar. Some strange feeling had overcome the tall elf the night before. Something about sitting with Carley on Styx, simply talking. The fact they'd been holding hands and each other finally dawned on Cy. Just thinking about it was flustering him a bit. "Tch." He shook his head. It wasn't the time to be mulling over that.
Cy headed to the kitchen where everyone usually ate their lunch. Crao often prepared something even if they were docked and not on a job. Cy was hoping he had done so as he took a seat in front of the kitchen counter on one of the bolted down stools. Crao was behind the counter, cleaning up. He had, in fact, made a meal for the crew. It was a fairly simple one. Small pieces of chicken which had been rolled in spices and grilled. There was also some white rice and steamed carrots. It looked quite good to Cy. Even the carrots.
"Good afternoon, Cy." Crao smiled at the young elf. Before Cy could even ask, he placed a portion of each type of food on a plate. He slid the plate, a fork, and a napkin in front of Cy. "Thanks, Pops." Cy wasted no time in grabbing the fork and digging in. Crao lifted up a cloth and wiped his hands on it. "I see you aren't as sore as yesterday." Judging by how Cy looked, Crao figured he'd been working hard. If he was still particularly sore, Crao knew he wouldn't have. Cy glanced up at the middle-aged man. "Mm? Yeah. Doin' better." The words were a little jumbled since Cy was talking with his mouth full. That fact, combined with the streak of dirt across Cy's head made Crao chuckle. Cy didn't notice, as he was busy eating.
"Grayson and Amelia seem to be getting along well." Crao got a glass, filled it with water, and set that down near Cy as well. "Sure seems like it, yeah?" Cy spoke after he'd swallowed some food. "Likes her a lot from what I can tell." A simple smile appeared on Crao's face. Grayson had told Crao when he had met Amelia. He knew Cy had taken Grayson with him to get lunch that day. Grayson had been quite enamored with Carley, and given how he thought Cy and Carley felt about each other it didn't surprise Crao in any manner. He was quite sharp. "Interesting how they met over such a chance encounter." Cy's fork paused in the air. His dark eyes lifted to look at Crao. "Wasn't a chance encounter, Pops. I took Grayson over there so he could meet Amelia. He did the rest." His fork went back into motion.
"I see." Crao said, the smile still on his face. "I'm sure Carley is relieved to have his attentions directed elsewhere." Even though it was just himself and Cy, Crao stood straight up and maintained proper posture. Cy, well, did not. He was slouched against the counter as he ate. "Think so. She said it was nice to actually be able to talk to Grayson and not have him slobbering over her. Something like that." It was quite the paraphrase. "She had a date last night that didn't go well." Crao was genuinely surprised to hear that, but it didn't bleed into his expression. Cy probably shouldn't have said anything about it either. "Did you take her to a place where the food was bad?" Cy looked up at Crao. "She wasn't on a date with me."
Crao's expression finally did change. His black eyebrows lifted ever so slowly. It was plain as day to him. How affectionate the two elves were with one another. The concern for the other that lingered just beneath the surface. "Oh." He nodded slightly and began to wipe along the counter with a cloth. Cy actually looked a little annoyed. Especially after the night before and breakfast that morning. It wasn't like that with him and Carley. Was it? "The hell is everyone's problem? All the time they think something's going on with me and Carley. There isn't." Crao just listened as Cy spoke. He didn't reply for a moment. "They see something the two of you do not, it seems." Crao's words were calm.
He was a little surprised he actually was hungry. His breakfast had been a pretty big one and definitely filling. Something about the meal had been strange. Not the apple cinnamon pancakes that Carley had made. No, those had been delicious. He found himself peeking at the little elf every now and then, around the large stack of pancakes she had made. When he thought she might look back at him, he ducked behind the stack and resumed eating. He was unaware she had been doing something very similar. Some strange feeling had overcome the tall elf the night before. Something about sitting with Carley on Styx, simply talking. The fact they'd been holding hands and each other finally dawned on Cy. Just thinking about it was flustering him a bit. "Tch." He shook his head. It wasn't the time to be mulling over that.
Cy headed to the kitchen where everyone usually ate their lunch. Crao often prepared something even if they were docked and not on a job. Cy was hoping he had done so as he took a seat in front of the kitchen counter on one of the bolted down stools. Crao was behind the counter, cleaning up. He had, in fact, made a meal for the crew. It was a fairly simple one. Small pieces of chicken which had been rolled in spices and grilled. There was also some white rice and steamed carrots. It looked quite good to Cy. Even the carrots.
"Good afternoon, Cy." Crao smiled at the young elf. Before Cy could even ask, he placed a portion of each type of food on a plate. He slid the plate, a fork, and a napkin in front of Cy. "Thanks, Pops." Cy wasted no time in grabbing the fork and digging in. Crao lifted up a cloth and wiped his hands on it. "I see you aren't as sore as yesterday." Judging by how Cy looked, Crao figured he'd been working hard. If he was still particularly sore, Crao knew he wouldn't have. Cy glanced up at the middle-aged man. "Mm? Yeah. Doin' better." The words were a little jumbled since Cy was talking with his mouth full. That fact, combined with the streak of dirt across Cy's head made Crao chuckle. Cy didn't notice, as he was busy eating.
"Grayson and Amelia seem to be getting along well." Crao got a glass, filled it with water, and set that down near Cy as well. "Sure seems like it, yeah?" Cy spoke after he'd swallowed some food. "Likes her a lot from what I can tell." A simple smile appeared on Crao's face. Grayson had told Crao when he had met Amelia. He knew Cy had taken Grayson with him to get lunch that day. Grayson had been quite enamored with Carley, and given how he thought Cy and Carley felt about each other it didn't surprise Crao in any manner. He was quite sharp. "Interesting how they met over such a chance encounter." Cy's fork paused in the air. His dark eyes lifted to look at Crao. "Wasn't a chance encounter, Pops. I took Grayson over there so he could meet Amelia. He did the rest." His fork went back into motion.
"I see." Crao said, the smile still on his face. "I'm sure Carley is relieved to have his attentions directed elsewhere." Even though it was just himself and Cy, Crao stood straight up and maintained proper posture. Cy, well, did not. He was slouched against the counter as he ate. "Think so. She said it was nice to actually be able to talk to Grayson and not have him slobbering over her. Something like that." It was quite the paraphrase. "She had a date last night that didn't go well." Crao was genuinely surprised to hear that, but it didn't bleed into his expression. Cy probably shouldn't have said anything about it either. "Did you take her to a place where the food was bad?" Cy looked up at Crao. "She wasn't on a date with me."
Crao's expression finally did change. His black eyebrows lifted ever so slowly. It was plain as day to him. How affectionate the two elves were with one another. The concern for the other that lingered just beneath the surface. "Oh." He nodded slightly and began to wipe along the counter with a cloth. Cy actually looked a little annoyed. Especially after the night before and breakfast that morning. It wasn't like that with him and Carley. Was it? "The hell is everyone's problem? All the time they think something's going on with me and Carley. There isn't." Crao just listened as Cy spoke. He didn't reply for a moment. "They see something the two of you do not, it seems." Crao's words were calm.