Hunched over and sinking into a plush chair, the scientist worked feverishly at his laptop. Both eyes scanned the screen as his fingers danced over the keys, the machine making different sorts of noises as intervals. Without having moved for the past few hours, he had begun to sink into the cushion, part of his labcoat already claimed by the hungry furniture. With his legs crossed and tucked up, it looked like he was halfway into the recliner and blocking his laptop from anyone who walked by. It wasn't uncommon for the yellowblood to be here-- or anywhere, for that matter. The entire ship was fair game when he was working, and by this point, the crew knew he was always working on something. They had also learned not to bother him; whatever project he was typing away at was normally for the ship's benefit.
Narrowing his eyes, the lowblood took his lower lip between his teeth and glowered at the screen. For several moments there was an odd stasis, his hands hovering, poised, over the keyboard. It seemed like he knew what he had to do, what he wanted to do, but something was in his way. Eventually, though, carefully settling his fingers over the appropriate keys, he gradually began to work away at them again, increasing in speed with each stroke. It didn't take long until he was in full swing again, focused exclusively on the glowing screen in front of him. After several minutes, his right leg began to twitch, bounching lightly up and down. The cushion was beginning to slip from its spot as he sank further into the chair. He was oblivious.
Half of the dedication in his concentration could be attributed to his need for distraction. Initially, Vitrio had been wandering the ship like he was lost. The laptop under his arm had finally given him a medium for his scattered thoughts, though, and he'd finally made his way to one of the most isolated lobbies in the structure-- one, of course, furthest from the aquatic portion of the ship. The scientist knew he was tempting fate-- and Teivas' temper-- by avoiding the highblood, but he wanted nothing to do with the seadweller at the moment. There were enough marks on his body from their last engagement. And, he thought spitefully, he knew it would piss Teivas off to no end if he couldn't find his own kismesis-- worse, if he had to actually walk and look for him. Everything Vitrio did had a little bit of acrimony aimed in his blackrom's direction.
