Well, he certainly wasn’t expecting company for breakfast but perhaps he should have expected the smell of cooking fish to attract something or someone. He was probably lucky that monsters didn’t frequent the beach or else he might have attracted attention rather more unwanted than the critter showing interest in his morning meal.
Not a shy one either it seemed as it didn’t scarper the moment Maru’s attention on it. It did shrink away though, so it was slowly and carefully that he turned away from the bike, hands out in clear view. He was no threat, but the little one darted backwards anyway, looking ready to bolt if necessary.
“Hey there,” he greeted softly, making no further movements towards the fuzzy little thing, a fox of some kind it looked, though he wasn’t familiar with it beyond that. He could very well lose his breakfast if the little beastie decided to grab it and go but there would be plenty more fish in the sea and he was in no hurry to leave.
When it seemed as though his inquisitive little friend wasn’t going to flee, Maru moved closer to the fire the fish were cooking over. “I don’t know if you’re partial too cooked fish, you look like you might be, but you’re welcome to one if you want,” he offered, his movements slow so as not to startle. He still pulled free one of the skewers, lifting the fish from the heat and standing one of the skewers in the sand nearby.
“Yours, if you want it,” he invited with a small grin, turning back to the fire for the remaining fish to help himself to it. “Careful though, it’ll be hot. No bones though, so you don’t need to worry about that.” Not that the little thing would understand him but it was a compulsion to talk when he had company, whatever form it took.
This one really seemed to try and not startle him with his gestures and slow approach.
Head tilting to the other side, another slow blink followed while Carbuncle stayed seated now, wrapping the bushy tail around tiny legs.
Careful eyes watched curiously then, while the stranger slowly took to the food, removing one of the skewers and setting it aside - for him?
“I happen to enjoy fish a lot!” A voice then reached out, not in the here and now, but rather gently weaving it’s way into the stranger’s mind.
Another slow blink, then the creature slowly started to change, growing in size while it’s animal-features started to fade, a crystalline dust emanating until it was the form of a young, ravenhaired man sitting in the sand.
If one knew the Prince of Lucis, the similarities might have been striking; like a lost sibling of sorts, or a twin not looking quite the same.
“Hello!” Fenneq cheered as he got up to brush sand from his black pants.
It had been a while since he actually had the chance to use his mortal guise and talk to someone, and while yes, it may not be the wisest decision to transform his self in front of a random stranger, the Dreamshifter barely ever held any diffidence towards anyone unless prompted so.
Granting him something to eat for breakfast was, in his book, as good as any offering.
One hand brushed dark strands out of his face now as he tilted his head birdlike to one side, a shy smile creeping on his face.
“I did not mean to be rude by coming here…”, he started but was interrupted when his stomach gave an audible rumble that had him chuckle, “...but I had no luck hunting something and was hoping you could help?”
Ever since his ruby had been taken things were terribly complicated.
Bound to his mortal guise more than he’d like to, eating had become a matter of importance. Usually a creature living in his realm of illusions, he was sustained by the dreams of mortals. But since things had become what they were (his powers bound, nightmares more present in the human kind and him not able to feed on their dreams thusly), he had to resort to different alternatives.
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