@poppyborn continued from here (x)
Knowing better is one of the many tools a Ravager needs. In this case: Kraglin knew better to sit and eat when certain crew members are present. Instead he's leaning against the counters in the canteen, plate and fork in hands eyeing the beginning of a fight.
As soon as he saw the combination of who was eating --he'd taken a front row stand. Knowing damn well something was going to happen. Whoever had done the shifts for them this day didn't know about pairing who with who very well. Sure, they could all get along - more or less. But sooner or later going so long without anyway to get rid of the tension on board. Everyone would start to go stir crazy.
In this case it happened over food portions.
Dropping his plate on the counter behind him, Kraglin finally figured it was time to break it up. Better him then have the wraith of the Captain upon them. He could almost hear, 'What d'ye mean someone got stabbed with'a fork?'
Adding his own shouts now, Kraglin goes to grab for the back of Oblo's jacket when his eyes sweep over the table. He has to do a double take to make sure. But there she is.
Tiny Thumbelina.
Right away he wants to snatch her up then hes reminded shes a person. Albeit tiny. But still someone who has a spine he doesn't want to break, give her whiplash into her next life. Thus with one hand he scoops her up, gently as one can, while grabbing onto another Ravager with his right.
"Oh! Fuckin' sit down!"
Her cries are lost in the chaos, so he puts her on the counter next to his food instead of down. Before joining the fray with both hands now.
