Entertainment came in all shapes and sizes. But her comments and snarky little quips were met without resistance, and resistance was the name of the game. And that was an awful waste, because there were so many other things she could be doing, ideas running through her head that only had very little to do with the things she really should be doing. But, then, what were jobs to her right then? As pesky as the sun, they were.
Speaking of which, by the time it'd started to settle down, so had Zhi. Little by little, the exhaustion crept back over her, taking away the hyperactivity and dulling her into some semblance of normalcy. Normalcy that, for at least several hours more, would be punctuated by brief clips of manic energy. Oh well. Nothing was perfect.
"Ohhh? Ye can't do't on yer own, then? Paint me topsail t'deck." Hours of boredom had drained her ability to even put up a token effort at sounding anything more than sarcastic. Yet, it also primed her to be cooperative. Mostly. "What'll ye need me t'do?"
Speaking of which, by the time it'd started to settle down, so had Zhi. Little by little, the exhaustion crept back over her, taking away the hyperactivity and dulling her into some semblance of normalcy. Normalcy that, for at least several hours more, would be punctuated by brief clips of manic energy. Oh well. Nothing was perfect.
"Ohhh? Ye can't do't on yer own, then? Paint me topsail t'deck." Hours of boredom had drained her ability to even put up a token effort at sounding anything more than sarcastic. Yet, it also primed her to be cooperative. Mostly. "What'll ye need me t'do?"
