Growing sideways

Kuroo was quite distracted by trying to convince Saru to help him weave a new piece of netting. The small monkey was rather stubborn and preferred to spend her days eating and napping in his scruff or the trees that hung over the shores of the bay. He would be persistent though since the bay was always in need of more work. More nets, more traps, more eyes to keep watch. As of late, the dolphins and smaller whales were taking advantage of the fish hanging in the netting and the manatees often got themselves tangled in it. Really, he had his work cut out for him.

"Saru, please. I'll give you a snack after we finish this," Kuroo pleaded with wide pale eyes as he pushed the thick rope in her direction. He had helped Kiriko bring some of the cannabis plants over from the grove and in return, she allowed him to take some of the fibers to use for his new ropes. The strength of the material was wonderful and he was eager to try it out. But Saru still insisted on eating first. Her little chirps and scowls pushed at his weak resolve until Kuroo let out a sigh and tossed the rope off to the side. "Okay fine. Lunch then you help," he narrows his eyes at her as she dances around and hops up onto his head before nestling down right behind his ears.

"Damn monkey," Kuroo whispers under his breath as he stands and turns to head back toward his hut. He is almost there when a calling howl reaches out over the bay. Pausing for a moment, he glances over his piebald should to glance in the direction of the sound. Far off, he sees someone standing there, around the edge of the border. A newcomer? Or a visitor? Kuroo questions this silently as he grabs a bundle of dried fish before taking off in the direction of the caller. His steps are quick until he approaches the woman with a smile and a friendly wag of his tail.

As he nears, something familiar rings a bell in his brain. He has definitely met this woman before. "Nami! What brings you to Tojo-Kai?" His common tongue is accented but understandable. Being around so many that spoke his native language sometimes made it hard to remember that not everyone also spoke it. Placing the bundle of fish down between himself and Nami, Kuroo takes a seat as his tail continues to wag and sweep across the sand. "Please, have a bite to eat if you're hungry. It is not often we get visitors.. or newcomers here," he is hesitant because he does not know that she has agreed to stay and doesn't want to be rude and assume.

Kuroo Shima