Redstocker started yelling. He took the cube and threw it on the ground, breaking it in multiple smaller cubes.
A few moments passed, in which Redstocker was breathing heavily and angrily.
“I need a new rubic cube…”
“W-why did you destroy it!?” Juliana says, shock by his destructive behavior.
“That is a defect cube. A real cube can ve solved by me and only me! Now somebody push me to Mr. Thrift’s shop.”
“Push yourself you destructive self-important jerk!” She tells him and turns away, angered, hurt, and annoyed by his behavior.
“You dare to talk like that with a captain?!”
“You are not the Captain of this ship! Nor am I a Soldier or Sailor under your command! So yes! I do!”
“You’ll rust in the pit!”
“And so will you!” She spat back, gaining steam.
Blight studies the two cautiously, overcome with a powerful and sudden draft of exhaustion. He takes a steady yawn and sighs.
“You winy little— Come here and I’ll make a nice little piercing!”
She tries to punch him in the face.
He catches her punch.
She tries to slap his cheek.
His heads comically moves at 90 degrees. He quickly takes his shot gun and points it at her waste.
She looks into his eyes intently. “Your not going to pull that trigger are you?” She whispers.
“I will not if you one: apologise and two: push me to Mr Thrift’s shop.”
“apologize for what? and I might push you…”
Daria sighs and waits for her treatment to be finished before she does anything.
“FOR DARING TO SLAP MY FACE!”
“Wha?” Blight sputters, reaching for his own weapon. He clumsily attempts to fumble a vial into it, but finds great trouble.