Oof. It's gotta be mid-morning by now, but Yancy is still yawning a little and hugging the corner with the coffee machine closely in between posing for photographs and signing autographs. A week in Chile and he still feels jet lagged. There's a strong urge to curl up on one of the benches lining the room that he has to fight. It's probably fortuitous that they look seriously uncomfortable.
He grunts a quiet thanks at the starry eyed new cadet who's just fetched him some murky sludge that might have started out as coffee around sunrise, but had since morphed into a type of milky syrup.
Close enough. He takes a sip and gags on it a little, but swallows it anyway. "Wow. That'll wake you up."
Yancy Backet | Pacific Rim | I'll roll with anything
Oof. It's gotta be mid-morning by now, but Yancy is still yawning a little and hugging the corner with the coffee machine closely in between posing for photographs and signing autographs. A week in Chile and he still feels jet lagged. There's a strong urge to curl up on one of the benches lining the room that he has to fight. It's probably fortuitous that they look seriously uncomfortable.
He grunts a quiet thanks at the starry eyed new cadet who's just fetched him some murky sludge that might have started out as coffee around sunrise, but had since morphed into a type of milky syrup.
Close enough. He takes a sip and gags on it a little, but swallows it anyway. "Wow. That'll wake you up."