Hermes - Notices Inefficiencies

“I was,” Hermes pointed out. “Okay, not really.” He pressed a bandage to Gon’s arm, then immediately cut a piece perfectly identical to the last.

(...)

Hermes smiled softly as he finished bandaging Gon’s arm, looking over his team like a proud parent. “I guess we got lucky that everyone was too tired to say anything,” he pointed out. As Danny echoed the sentiment, Hermes noticed something about the bag of ice and stood up and walked over. He began prodding the bag, staring at it intensely, then opened it up and began to remove ice cubes.

“AH! AH AH AH!” Danny shouted as Hermes laid bare cubes against points on his back. “AH! What’re- AH! What are you doi- *AH!*- doing? AH! **AH!** A- ...aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh…”

“There,” Hermes said as pain turned to relief and Danny went back to melting into the couch. “The heat wasn’t being properly dispersed. Too much on the top wasted cooling the air.”

“Are you… feeling okay?” Yellow asked.

“Alright, I suppose,” Hermes said. “Why?”

“You’ve been doing… *that* a lot.”

Hermes looked down at Danny. “Moving ice?”

“Tweaking things. Tweaking everything. You cut twenty bandages before Gon convinced you to just use one that fit only kind-of-okay.”

“I was trying to make it more efficient,” Hermes said. He shrugged and looked up at the ceiling, his eyes distant with memory. “Since the plane, I’ve been… noticing this sort of thing more. Inconsistencies. Inefficiencies. It just kind of stands out.”

Yellow frowned a bit with thought, inspecting Hermes carefully. He didn’t seem any different, but who was to tell what was going on in his mind? “Do you think it’ll go away?”

“I don’t know,” Hermes said, confused. “I don’t really know what it is, but if it helps-”

“Oh,” Danny said blissfully, “It *helps.*”

“...then I don’t mind having it.”

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Round 9, FreestyleKneepad