wishin I weren't fishin

*Tyrian* · 04-26-2021, 07:28 PM

Tyrian plucked absently at the taunt fishing line that stretched out over the water and disappeared into its depths. This was a new one for him, but apparently this was how Tashi fished without canines fouling up the water with their fish scaring tactics. Why the langur refused to leap into the water or use those handy hands to throw a spear was beyond him, but here they were, sitting on the riverbank in silence, their fishing lines fluttering in the current, bored out of their minds. Tyrian supposed he couldn't speak for Tashi but he, Tyrian, was used to more energetic fishing so this sit and wait approach was terribly underwhelming. He was bored.

He side-eyed Tashi and noted with a bit of jealousy that the langur appeared serene and unbothered by the lack of activity. Tyrian shifted his weight from paw to paw and blew out his lips in exasperation. If the whole morning was going to be this way he was in for a long day. He promised to give this method a try, though. But, and perhaps this was what stood between him and the sort of contentment Tashi seemed to have, Tyrian wasn't one to sit still unless he was tired. When it came to unwinding (which was the reason Tashi insisted they take the morning to fish this way) Tyrian liked to make things. Some part of him needed to be active even in rest. He unwound by tinkering. This sitting still business? This was fucking stressful.

Tyrian glanced around in hopes a distraction would throw itself at his paws or something. He'd take anything. Coyotes, vagabonds, lost puppies. Hell, he'd settle for a strange bird flying over the river; that at least would provide a moment of conversation with Tashi, who seemed determined to spend the morning in near silence unless prompted.

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