A/N
I love the curses and swears the Captain come up with. Calculus really drives him insane, doesn't he. Anyway just wanted to say that...so yea...
Hope ya like the ending by that way. And just to tease ya, theres a surprise coming on the boat XD I'M INSANE HAHAHAHA!
ENJOY
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We reach another apartment, this on bigger and more private, and Calculus leads us up multiple flights of stairs. "just one more floor..." sang the Professor.
We stop at a green door as Calculus fumbles with his keys. "Ah ha, here." He says when he finds the right key. As he opens the door, we are introduce with machines, contraptions, and experiments. The whole room was filled with very peculiar things. I gingerly step into the room, expecting something to happen.
"It's in here..." says the Professor, making his way through the room while the rest of us gap and marvel at...everything. Nothing in this room was normal. Not even the lights, which has been altered to shine different colours and move in anyway you wish. I stop in front of a red tank with a tap and dials below.
"Yes, that's a new device for putting bubbles in soda-water..." Explains the Professor. "And that's a clothes brushing machine." He points to another.
The Captain liked this invention. "Not a bad gadget eh?"
I walk to catch up with Tintin who was following the Professor closely.
"No, a clothes brushing machine. It's one of my latest inventions." Corrects Calculus. Suddenly there was a loud crash, followed by screeching and shouting. I look behind me to see Captain stuck in the machine. Tintin runs after him to help, but then he flies out, landing hard on the ground.
Calculus, unaware of this incident, explains how the machine works. "The clothes are sucked into the middle of the machine where they have a stiff brushing for half a minute. Then they come out as good as new." New isn't how I would describe the Captains clothes now.
As Tintin tried to help him up, he scrambles up to his feet "Billions of bilious blue blistering barnacles! Let me go! I'll tell him what I think of his practical joke!"
"Captain! Don't bother!" I yell after him, already having an idea of how this will turn out, and it's only going to make the Captain madder.
"You're going to buy me a new outfit, do you hear?" He points his finger at the poor man.
"That?...yes, it's for brushing clothes...but this is even more ingenious. Because I have so little room and my bed gets in the way..." He pulls a lever on the wall, and a segment of the wall falls down, smacking Thompson and Thomson both on the head. "I designed the wall-bed." the Professor announces proudly.
"You Bashi-bazouk! Look what you've done now!" Yells Captain. I help heave one of the policemen onto the bed to rest. "You bragging nitwit, you! Look!"
"How do I close it up again? There..." He pulls the lever up and up goes the bed, taking both policemen with it.
The Captain quickly brings the bed back down to reveal the two bowler hatted men blinded by their hats...again.
"Between ourselves, I wouldn't have expected such childish pranks from them. They looked quite sensible..." the Professor rumbles, now seeing who came down with the bed. He walks away, leading us to a metal shark. "And here's my apparatus for exploring the sea-bed...
As you can see for yourselves, it's a kind of small submarine. It is powered by an electric motor, and has oxygen supplies for two hours diving...Now" He says, climbing up a ladder beside the shark submarine, "...I'll show you how the apparatus works..."
*CRACK*
The professor shots down as the Shark tank snaps in half. He sat still for a minute, staring straight ahead before looking round, I go to help him. "I can't understand it!...It's sabotaged! No Miss, I said it's sabotaged!...Someone has sabotaged my machine!" I pitied him. It looked like he put a lot of effort into it.
"We are extremely sorry, Professor Calculus." I say.
Tintin comes forward, also to apologise. "Yes, we are very very sorry, but your machine will not do."
"For two? You'd like a two-seater? Of course, for the both of you!"
"No, professor! I said your machine won't do for us!" Repeats Tintin, leaning into his ear.
"Oh, good!" Replies the professor. "Well, gentlemen, and young lady, that's agreed. I'll make you another smaller one. It will be ready in eight day's time!" He leads us out of the room, and when Tintin tries to yell at him one more time, I stopped him. We both knew there was no use.
When Tintin and I say our farewells to the Captain and enter the apartment, it was near seven o'clock. I couldn't be bother with making ourselves with a proper dinner, so I just assembled a few sandwich out for us to eat.
Tintin is slumped in his chair when I give him his place. "You okay?" I ask while taking my seat next to him.
"Hmmm."
I wait for an answer, but it doesn't come. "Come on...talk to me."
"Just tired..." I could tell it was more than that, but he's already been angry enough today. It's stressful preparing for this voyage.
After dinner, in which we only exchanged few words during, I did the dishes alone, while Tintin sits there. He's thinking. I know him, and he thinks way too much in my opinion. I finish drying to plates and walk over to him. He doesn't even notice me.
His muscles are tense, his breathing is more...forced. I wanted him so badly to feel better, so I bring my hands to his shoulders, and gently, slowly, I massage out his tight muscles.
He doesn't notice at first, but when I find the first knot, he flinches before sighing out, in what I believe is relief. I continue, rubbing his shoulders and neck. Each minute I do this, he slumps down more and more, his muscles becoming looser.
I slowly stop and lean down by his ear. "Feeling better?" I whisper.
"Much better, thank you." he replies, his voice noticeably calmer.
I kiss his cheek before saying, "I'm going to bed now, will you be much longer?"
"No, just a few more minutes."
"Okay. See you soon."
In bed, I wait, and wait...and wait. But Tintin doesn't come. Soon, I give up waiting. Either, he still has a lot more thinking to do, or he fell asleep in the chair already. So I close my eyes, and slowly drift off to sleep.
In the morning, I wake up to warmth all around me. I look to my left to see Tintin, eyes closed, breathing steadily, hugging me. I smile. I'm glad he finally came, even if I wasn't awake.
I nuzzle into his shoulder and feel his arms tense around me, before relaxing again. I inhaled his scent, filling myself with it, and exhaling with a sigh. I just love the way he smells.
I don't know how long we are like this, but when he finally wakes, we still didn't get up. He just holds me, and I hold him.
By the time we decide it is time to get up, it's much passed breakfast. In fact, we were barely in time for lunch. It was nothing special. Same as last night in fact.
