Snippet from the yet untitled WIP
I’ve been working on a Steampunk submission call from Jupiter Gardens Press. Right now it’s a REALLY rough first draft and unrevised and unedited, but this scene made me giggle. I thought I’d share.
“You don’t have to meticulously clean everything you touch. Will you just put the damned wrench on the damned nut and tighten it down?” Cecil rubbed the back of his hand over his forehead to knock away the perspiration rolling down his face.
“I refuse. I was taught if it can be cleaned, it should be cleaned.” Ethan rubbed the crescent of the wrench with a heavily soiled cloth to remove the remnants of the sealant that leaked from between the pipe fitting and the bolt.
Cecil’s teeth squeaked and he squeezed his eyes tight shut. Behind him a thick line of sealant oozed down the piping. Ethan leaned over the railing and gathered the drops before they could drip onto the machinery below.
“Will you be more careful? If you get sealant into the engine, it breaks down sooner.”
“Those two drops of sealant isn’t going to get into that engine from all the way up here.”
“Are you blind?” Ethan gripped Cecil by the back of the head and forced his head down over the edge of the railing. “What is that big silver and steel thing down there, hm? Is that, or is that not, the engine?”
“Are these pipes over the engine?”
“Well, yes, but–”
“Then anything dripping off these pipes can, in fact, get into the engine. Please, for the love of all things holy, will you clean up after yourself?”
“Two drops of that sealant is not going to cause the engine to malfunction.”
“If it’s only two drops, no. But how many times will only two drops get into that engine? I have counted SIX in the time you have been repairing pipes. And, I might add, your idea to fix them while the ship was in motion is asinine .”