His voice is groggy from hurling his guts out over the side of the ship like a goddamned champ. He clears his throat, wiping his mouth, and steps back from the edge to give his ruined uniform a once-over. ]
Oh. No, this is - never mind. [ Yeah, okay, he can see the irony in this situation, but he shakes his head - slowly, to keep the residual nausea at bay - and picks at his collar uselessly. ] Not a sailor. It's a uniform.
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[ Augh, goddamnit.
His voice is groggy from hurling his guts out over the side of the ship like a goddamned champ. He clears his throat, wiping his mouth, and steps back from the edge to give his ruined uniform a once-over. ]
Oh. No, this is - never mind. [ Yeah, okay, he can see the irony in this situation, but he shakes his head - slowly, to keep the residual nausea at bay - and picks at his collar uselessly. ] Not a sailor. It's a uniform.