Scott chuckled. He hadn't heard the redhead approach. "Don't tempt the island, Damon. It might send a lion along, too." Damon looked really rough. Scott wondered what had happened, but decided not to ask. Damon clearly was in a hurry to find Claire. "No idea." His stomach growled loudly, as if in reply to May's earlier question. "Breakfast in a minute," he told her, then padded off to the bathroom.
There was no sign of pirates in the hallway or the bathroom. (Aliens, Tomorrow People, witches, and time travelers I can handle. Pirates?) Scott smirked as he washed his face and hands. (I'll believe it when it see it.) Then he caught his reflection in the mirror over the sink. Between the dark circles shadowing his eyes, four days' growth of beard, and gray at his temples, he looked 10 years older. (Fuck!) Scott thought, staring. (And I thought Damon looked rough.)
Pushing vanity aside, Scott finished washing up and returned to the cafeteria. Damon had disappeared to wherever Claire was and Ami was still sleeping, so Scott headed straight for the delicious-smelling breakfast. May and Daniel had cooked a huge mound of scrambled eggs and strips of bacon. "Thanks," Scott told the cooks. He loaded a plate full of food, grabbed a mug of black coffee, and took a seat at one of the tables. He was in high-cholesterol, non-vegetarian heaven.
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[Scott] Can't talk. Eating. (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-22 05:42 pm (UTC)Scott chuckled. He hadn't heard the redhead approach. "Don't tempt the island, Damon. It might send a lion along, too." Damon looked really rough. Scott wondered what had happened, but decided not to ask. Damon clearly was in a hurry to find Claire. "No idea." His stomach growled loudly, as if in reply to May's earlier question. "Breakfast in a minute," he told her, then padded off to the bathroom.
There was no sign of pirates in the hallway or the bathroom. (Aliens, Tomorrow People, witches, and time travelers I can handle. Pirates?) Scott smirked as he washed his face and hands. (I'll believe it when it see it.) Then he caught his reflection in the mirror over the sink. Between the dark circles shadowing his eyes, four days' growth of beard, and gray at his temples, he looked 10 years older. (Fuck!) Scott thought, staring. (And I thought Damon looked rough.)
Pushing vanity aside, Scott finished washing up and returned to the cafeteria. Damon had disappeared to wherever Claire was and Ami was still sleeping, so Scott headed straight for the delicious-smelling breakfast. May and Daniel had cooked a huge mound of scrambled eggs and strips of bacon. "Thanks," Scott told the cooks. He loaded a plate full of food, grabbed a mug of black coffee, and took a seat at one of the tables. He was in high-cholesterol, non-vegetarian heaven.