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“I think you two might wanna come and see this...”
Dynamite ushered the others over with a wave of her hand. She peered around a corner into the back of the mess hall, where earlier that month they’d set up their old Christmas tree for the holidays. “Old” may have been a bit of an understatement, though; no one knows who bought it or when, and every year Maru’s had to tape up the base or weld branches back on it. It was not a thing of beauty, but it was a thing of character. As such, the team still took a great deal of pride in putting it up and decorating it to the nines with ornaments, garlands, lights, and the occasional candy canes (though, how they all keep disappearing before Christmas day, no one wants to answer honestly).
But it didn’t seem like the tree was the thing Dynamite was calling attention to. Windlifter and Blade shared a quick glance at one another, both trying to piece together the possibility of what she was referencing. But both were left stumped, and thought it better to take a look for themselves. Dynamite put a finger to her lips as she stepped aside for them to peer around the entryway, urging them to stay quiet. They both quickly learned why.
Just off to the side of where they’d set up their Christmas tree display, they’d had a sofa added in, just to add to the comfort aspect during their cold months. And there on that sofa were two sleeping workaholics, their resident mechanic and resident grandpa.
Both had been taking a great deal of time and effort in putting up decorations for the season. Some of it was for the tree specifically, but a lot of the rest of their seasonal getups - string lights outside, mostly - were set up by the two of them. After a two day’s grind of nailing up lights and testing fuses, they were both plum tuckered out. It seemed this had been the perfect opportunity for both to crash on the couch for a quiet Saturday afternoon.
Maru’s hat was left slightly askew on his head, as his upper half slid down to rest against Cabbie’s side. The older male looked like he’d been trying to keep himself awake, with one forearm holding up his chin, but he still seemed to succumb to sleepiness then and there next to the mechanic.
“Hm,” Windlifter said, “It was about time those two got some sleep.”
“Agreed.” Dynamite said. “I’ll probably wait to go past them into the kitchen, then. They need the rest.” Blade nodded along silently with the other two. Their rest time was more than earned, that was for certain.