@thecreaturecrossroads ☀️ — cont.
Now that he thought about it- has he ever had any sort of exchange with an aquatic creature, yet? Certainly none that he could remember. Perhaps there’d been vague encounters, distant sightings, and maybe some disguised in crowds that he’d been oblivious to, but no conversations. That was quickly pushed aside, though.
He leant forward at bent knee to focus better. At first he didn’t reply, his focus seemingly elsewhere as he marveled at this beautiful stranger. So much of her was obscured by water and lilies- what did the rest of her look like, if only a fragment of her was this captivating?
A small, cheeky grin pulled his lips. She was right, of course, and he wouldn’t argue that. Regardless, he was going to be a little bit of a shit about it out of pure boredom if nothing more. He reached to retrieve his mess of lines to try and contain it as they spoke, glancing down at her somewhat frequently.
“You’re right, but I’m gonna ask you anyway.” Once the line was back in order and stuffed messily into a pocket—there was a hook on there, still—he allowed his full attention to be drawn back to her. “Your home, I’m assumin’. Didn’t realize you folk lived in freshwater, too.” It made sense, though, so he didn’t know why he’d made the assumption now that he spoke it out loud.
His curly hair was frizzy and messy from pretending to be an outdoorsman all morning, and he frequently needed to use his fingers to keep it out of his face and eyes. Bugs were trying their best to swarm his exposed limbs as well, so at least he wasn’t having the easiest time breaking in.
“… C’mon- one fish? I just wanna know what kind you got.”
