Duo wanted a watch. His internal clock was definitely out of whack here -- especially in the basement with its noticeable lack of natural light sources. He'd had a watch at some point. It had survived the crash landing better then he had (metal didn't bruise so much). And the several sea dunkings. It had even made it through the ninja storm alive and intact. But then there was the thing with the ship and the lack of clothes and he wasn't really thinking about that, no sir.
It had been a good watch. He'd liked it.
Of course, Vera kind of made up for the lack of time-telling ability. There was just something really comforting about a giant ballistic weapon. It was better then the very best of night lights. Or watches.
He wanted clothes, too. Kisame's t-shirt was really starting to smell.
Actually, mostly he wanted to go home. And for Ehmoi to stop snoring. But neither of those seemed a likely possibility. There were only so many times you could throw a ration bar at someone's head before you accepted they were just going to keep making that noise.
Stupid pony boy.
Duo was curled in a nest of boxes -- it was not a fort, but it was close enough -- with Vera clutched to his chest. She wasn't exactly the most comfortable of sleeping partners, but she was pretty enough to make up for it. He was drifting somewhere between waking and sleeping, coasting the tail end of a bad dream and vaguely wondering if it was morning yet, when the door shuddered and boomed.
Duo jerked fully awake, yelped quietly as he rolled over a knife handle, and eyed the door by the waning candle light. The seals etched around the lintel flared blue. He hefted Vera, settled her carefully, and took aim. "Ain't nobody in here except us ration bars if you don't know the password, buddy."