"So Mr genius, how is that door coming along?" Tide smirks, scratching at the crown of his blue hair.
"Get off my back, will you? This thing is thicker than it looks, it looks to be some alloyed stitched material." Star says, beads of sweat forming on his face, continuing to pour all of his energy into the porthole managing to etch and dig into the metal little by little.
"Hey I'm just saying you were talking so big earlier, I didn't think the mighty star would struggle with a porthole." Tide shrugs his arms, laying sarcasm thickly on his voice.
"Would you like to try!?" Star scowls, craning his head back at Tide with gritted teeth.
"Nah I'm good, it feels good seeing you struggle for once." Tide smiles, raising both of his arms behind his back carefree, letting Star do the work for a change.
"Wait you idiot, do you hear that!?" Star cuts him off, putting his index finger in front of his lips shushing him.
