Here Fishy Fishy
01-14-2014, 07:11 PM
Carlito "Sucre" Dalibor
"You see something, Sucre? I've often wondered if there's anything good to eat in these waters. I wonder if all the fish are at the bottom?" A slow smile tugged up the corners of his mouth. Sucre half shrugged, rolling his shoulders up and then rocking forward on his front toes before settling back down. The cold was making him a bit antsy. "Well, there's only one sure fire way of telling," His smile grew wider. "And I've already had my turn." Oh, man would he laugh if the wooly brute jumped in! His coat might help him for like, a mouthful of seconds, but then the water would soak in and the cold would hit his skin. His breath would get squeezed out of his lungs and he'd shout, the chilly water prickling him all over. And of course, Sucre would be laughing. Oh, he'd laugh! He'd laugh so hard he couldn't breath. It was all wishful thinking. The brute probably had enough sense to stay out of the water, which was a shame.
Princess Kyda. Sucre's ears twitched, conveying a wide range of emotions before laying like they had when the strange brute first spoke. His eyes flicked to Elan, asking him a silent question. Was this guy for real? Did he really think he was a princess or was he just messing with them? If you put aside his odd way of speaking and the whole princess thing, Kyda looked like a normal guy; he didn't look like someone who'd flipped his shit and would giggle while pulling the skin off their faces. For all Sucre could tell, he was just an odd duck.
Sucre's ears returned to their regular upright position. Well, it didn't matter too much, so long as he wasn't raving crazy. Whatever made Kyda happy, the brute decided.
"Tricky are to catch fishies." He had to agree with him on that. "Tricky indeed." Sucre wasn't much of a fisher. Well, he wasn't a terrific hunter either, but that was beside the point. Fish were just something he didn't get; there didn't seem to be a rhyme or reason to how they moved. He watched and he stalked, and he watched and stalked some more, and they just...swam wherever. Now rabbits? Rabbits he understood. They moved with purpose, with a goal in mind. As far as he could tell fish just swam around with their mouths open. The only time they moved with purpose was when he was moving with purpose towards them.
Hunting? Well, yeah, he could go hunting. He was a bit soggy still and he'd probably be drippy for awhile, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Maybe some running would dry his fur out some. "What's good eating around here?"
"You see something, Sucre? I've often wondered if there's anything good to eat in these waters. I wonder if all the fish are at the bottom?" A slow smile tugged up the corners of his mouth. Sucre half shrugged, rolling his shoulders up and then rocking forward on his front toes before settling back down. The cold was making him a bit antsy. "Well, there's only one sure fire way of telling," His smile grew wider. "And I've already had my turn." Oh, man would he laugh if the wooly brute jumped in! His coat might help him for like, a mouthful of seconds, but then the water would soak in and the cold would hit his skin. His breath would get squeezed out of his lungs and he'd shout, the chilly water prickling him all over. And of course, Sucre would be laughing. Oh, he'd laugh! He'd laugh so hard he couldn't breath. It was all wishful thinking. The brute probably had enough sense to stay out of the water, which was a shame.
Princess Kyda. Sucre's ears twitched, conveying a wide range of emotions before laying like they had when the strange brute first spoke. His eyes flicked to Elan, asking him a silent question. Was this guy for real? Did he really think he was a princess or was he just messing with them? If you put aside his odd way of speaking and the whole princess thing, Kyda looked like a normal guy; he didn't look like someone who'd flipped his shit and would giggle while pulling the skin off their faces. For all Sucre could tell, he was just an odd duck.
Sucre's ears returned to their regular upright position. Well, it didn't matter too much, so long as he wasn't raving crazy. Whatever made Kyda happy, the brute decided.
"Tricky are to catch fishies." He had to agree with him on that. "Tricky indeed." Sucre wasn't much of a fisher. Well, he wasn't a terrific hunter either, but that was beside the point. Fish were just something he didn't get; there didn't seem to be a rhyme or reason to how they moved. He watched and he stalked, and he watched and stalked some more, and they just...swam wherever. Now rabbits? Rabbits he understood. They moved with purpose, with a goal in mind. As far as he could tell fish just swam around with their mouths open. The only time they moved with purpose was when he was moving with purpose towards them.
Hunting? Well, yeah, he could go hunting. He was a bit soggy still and he'd probably be drippy for awhile, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Maybe some running would dry his fur out some. "What's good eating around here?"