Silver Spots down to the Bay

Jiro is glad that just because she doesn't talk doesn't mean she's stupid. Boy, that would be a difficult thing to deal with if she were. After she nods at him in understanding, Jiro watches as she tip toes carefully through the shallows to a specific outcropping of rocks at the edge of the water. He waits a few moments to see what she's doing. What was she planning? Interested to see if her tactic would work, Jiro wades over to stand nearby, careful not to disturb the fish too much.

With the reflection of the moon bouncing off the surface of the water and Asahi, he's starting to put the picture together. Moving to stand behind Asahi as a sort of shadow, he looms over his smaller sister to watch the darting fish below. Eventually, with patience, the fish slow and their opportunity is opened up. A moment after Asahi dives down into the water, Jiro follows after. Nose first, the midnight boy opens his jaws and latches them around a decently sized yellow bellied fish.

As he surfaces, he sees that Asahi is successful as well. Smiling around his now limp fish, Jiro makes his way to the shore to share his nighttime snack with Asahi. Once they've consumed their prizes, he looks around with a wide, tongue-curling yawn. "Should probably get back before Otōsan wakes for patrol," Jiro warns, reaching out to touch Asahi's shoulder with his nose before turning to start walking back into the bamboo.

- Exit Jiro -