... Which is not to say he has no reaction at all, of course. His mouth hangs open for a moment, but mostly because the last time he saw a sea creature with eight legs was when it was trying to kill him with a rock. Octoroks. They're a whole thing. Ah-- she probably doesn't know that, though. He'd better shut his mouth, he doesn't want her to feel self-conscious about it. (Does she already, though? Hm. He may be fretting over his reaction a little bit, now.)
Ahem. He tugs off his boots to put his feet in the water so they can sit more comfortably side-by-side. Then he unwraps the biscuits and puts the bag between them.]
... Did it hurt? [He blurts out the question before realizing he said it aloud and freezes, mid cookie-grab, as he notes what a wildly intrusive thing that is to ask.] Ah-- sorry. You don't have to answer that.
[It's not exactly that he's concerned, or anything. He doesn't seem afraid at all. It's just been on his mind lately, thanks to recent events and memories.]
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... Which is not to say he has no reaction at all, of course. His mouth hangs open for a moment, but mostly because the last time he saw a sea creature with eight legs was when it was trying to kill him with a rock. Octoroks. They're a whole thing. Ah-- she probably doesn't know that, though. He'd better shut his mouth, he doesn't want her to feel self-conscious about it. (Does she already, though? Hm. He may be fretting over his reaction a little bit, now.)
Ahem. He tugs off his boots to put his feet in the water so they can sit more comfortably side-by-side. Then he unwraps the biscuits and puts the bag between them.]
... Did it hurt? [He blurts out the question before realizing he said it aloud and freezes, mid cookie-grab, as he notes what a wildly intrusive thing that is to ask.] Ah-- sorry. You don't have to answer that.
[It's not exactly that he's concerned, or anything. He doesn't seem afraid at all. It's just been on his mind lately, thanks to recent events and memories.]