[Knives is content to do very little. The water was a bit colder than he'd like but well within tolerance levels, and the presence of tiny fish that promptly head to investigate his toes was interesting. The tiny, painless scrape of curious fish mouths is a new experience to remember and one that would never happen in No Man's Land. A wiggle of a toe sends them all scattering in a flash of silver, but not for long. Quickly the tiny fish circle around to give it another go.
Eventually, he's aware there's something far larger in the water with him, a shadow beneath the surface. Smaller than himself, but not by terribly much. Were predator fish in these waters? ..Well. He could handle a fish.
Instead it comes up as a person. A .. fish person maybe, given the scales and the whole underwater for an alarming length of time thing; not a soul had been here when he'd arrived and looked around. At least, not on the surface. It is a testament to sheer iron-willed self control that her sudden appearance doesn't make him jump out of his skin, flee for shore, or otherwise do anything beside wiggle a finger beneath the water to see if he can lure a smallfish closer.
It works. The nibble of fishmouth is just as weird on fingers as on toes.]
Obviously, to be in the water. Is this your lake?
[Blunt in return. There's no hostilty to speak of, or much apparent emotion at all yet. If it is her lake, well, he'd just have to find another one. Being around other people while trying this swim thing would be too embarassing.]
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Date: 2013-06-17 05:40 pm (UTC)Eventually, he's aware there's something far larger in the water with him, a shadow beneath the surface. Smaller than himself, but not by terribly much. Were predator fish in these waters? ..Well. He could handle a fish.
Instead it comes up as a person. A .. fish person maybe, given the scales and the whole underwater for an alarming length of time thing; not a soul had been here when he'd arrived and looked around. At least, not on the surface. It is a testament to sheer iron-willed self control that her sudden appearance doesn't make him jump out of his skin, flee for shore, or otherwise do anything beside wiggle a finger beneath the water to see if he can lure a smallfish closer.
It works. The nibble of fishmouth is just as weird on fingers as on toes.]
Obviously, to be in the water. Is this your lake?
[Blunt in return. There's no hostilty to speak of, or much apparent emotion at all yet. If it is her lake, well, he'd just have to find another one. Being around other people while trying this swim thing would be too embarassing.]