I suck too and I have missed you - let’s suck together. I too, at work am thinking ✨Bumi✨
What do you think Bumi would think about when he’s procrastinating at work? He’s on the ship, water until the eye can see, where does his mind land?
"Well, that's a very simple question to answer, isn't it?" Bumi takes a deep breath, followed by an exaggerated sigh. His eyes set on the horizon, longingly.
"There-" he points outwards, over the endless blue of the ocean. "Exactly 269.978 nautical miles in that direction, is Republic City." His finger moves an inch to the left as he speaks. "Exactly fifteen blocks from the port, twenty-two steps to the lift, ten floors up, and five steps to the door- is General Iroh's location during his stay there."
Bumi clasps his hands behind his back, shoulders squared, chin up. He walks across the deck, touches his chin, looks at the pocket watch he carries- a gift from the man in discussion- and continues his speech.
"By this time, two minutes past seven, he'd be up for an hour- plus two minutes- and will be heading down from the terrace where he did his morning training routine." He turns to the men in attentive formation at his back. They nod. Bumi continues.
"He'll take a shower that will last exactly five minutes, and he'll take three minutes to change into his clothes. Considering-!" His voice takes on a higher note, the men on deck straighten up. "Considering today is a Tuesday, and his visit to the President yesterday was favorable, he'll wear his civvies, and he'll visit non-other than Chief Lin Beifong."
Now he needs a moment to think. There are a couple of options here, but if he takes the weather into account, the position of the sun in the spring, Avatar Korra's last meal... 40 sets of eyes follow his movements.
"Aha!" The men startle, his Lieutenant slips and almost falls. Bumi's quick to grab him by the arm and help him straighten.
"Today they'll walk the station's floor, General Iroh is very interested in the reforms made by Lin to the chain of command, as he is a very progressive man himself, and it could help in the United Forces." He turns to the Lieutenant, steps right up his face. "Do not worry, Lee, you'll not be demoted." Lee's mouth opens as if to say something, but Bumi's not done.
"After conversing with a couple of officers and one Detective Mako, Iroh and Lin will head to the training room for a quick spar. It'll turn interesting, as it usually does, the men will place bets. Lin-" He sucks on his right index finger and lifts it up to check the wind. "Lin will win, this is not a day for fire over rock, write that down Lee."
"The rest of the day will continue on a similarly relaxed fashion. The General will have lunch with the Chief, they'll invite Mako to join them as she is grooming him to take over her position, and he's also a quite attractive lass.
"After that, a stroll through the park, a casual visit to Air Temple Island where I will be subject of inquiry by my brother, and a night cap at the newest bar in town, Sugar Queen." He nods, very glad with his analysis, and turns to Lee with a satisfied yet humble smile. "Would that be all?"
"I-" Lee seems to hesitate, looking to the side at the man assembled on deck. "I asked how many push-ups, Commander."
Bumi blinks, once, twice. His head cocks to the side, assessing Lee.
"Well, what a boring question." His hands fly up before crossing over his chest. "I don't know, thirty-two."
"R-right, okay sir." Lee stutters. He turns to the men. "You heard him, thirty-two push-ups."
Bumi drops to the floor, legs crossed, back to the side of the ship. As he watches the men go up and down he ponders... it is Tuesday, yes, but it's also an odd day. Maybe Iroh would win the spar after all...
