He was frowning and grumbling intermittently, his beard shaved haphazardly, resembling a novice barber.
That's not all; he occasionally cursed under his breath, "I've traveled around the Earth, at least I deserve some credit for my efforts, right? Just because of this ridiculous beard, I'm being treated like a monkey... I spit!"
At this moment, the cabin door creaked open, and Darwin dived in, bent over with two boxes in his arms.
He tossed the boxes onto the floor with a clang, then began unbuttoning his shirt to change clothes.
"You're down here again?" El snorted, flicking away the razor, unconcerned about the half-shaved beard dangling on his face, "I thought moving those specimens would take you at least half an hour."
Darwin patted the dust off his shoulder, "I came down to get the navigation atlas."
"Why get the atlas?"
