“Haven’t had the time.” Dolphus replied, his eyes averting towards the floor. I hope they didn’t get thrown out from under my pillow and smash all over the floor. That was quite the impact from the harpoon.
Great. He took the tub reluctantly and set it next to himself, trying to decide if he was to just smear it across his face or apply it into his hair, or what. I hope it doesn’t appear like I really don’t know what I’m doing, because then he might offer to do it for me, and yeah I really don’t want that.
Applying some to his fingertips, he reached for his head - although his head decided to meet him half-way.
Dolphus barely got a dot of cream on his forehead before it began traveling slowly upwards, until he was fully glaring at the opposite wall. Great. Now there’s two minstrels on the ship. They should get together and both jump off the boat.
Stop. Dolphus’ brow crinkled as he attempted to curb his ego a little. You know Mako already did that and survived, and Mariner’s a… never mind.
At the ending of the first verse, Dolphus moved to reapply the cream, but was interrupted by the second, and back to the wall he glared. Halfway through it he almost looked at Mariner, but his neck muscles didn’t allow him to get that far. On and on it went, and Dolphus eventually had to admit that, in spite of Mariner’s not necessarily human singing, the song itself was actually pretty good, to the degree that his brow had softened and his back decompressed by the time the lines had reached their most melancholic.
The thought of this being, at the minimum, better than Mako’s singing by a good amount was lost in the moment of the song, as rather than the melancholy making him feel more down, it only made whatever it was Mariner was attempting to accomplish seem all the more interesting.