[Henry, for his own part, is perfectly contented to have remained on the floor, watching the ceiling. The door is locked, but his apartment key has always been hidden in the bottom of his mailbox.]
I don't know about that. I meant more that I don't think it'd do me much good to trade lives with someone else on my ship or one of my brothers or something. Don't learn as much until you get further removed, innit.
He isn't supposed to go this far in. He knows that.
Henry (at least, that's what the fishermen call him, chuckling as they swat him away from their nets or cooing toward the low rocks he likes to dodge among; and he can't exactly insist they call him what his mother named him, particularly if he's not supposed to go much farther in) isn't too young to shed. He has, on storm-tinged nights when the beaches had been abandoned, stumbling slightly on uncertain legs with his brothers. But he's still too young, he's been scolded, to slip in past the nets and pots and lines during the day by himself.
It's just that it would be far too nice a day to enjoy wallowing in the shallows. It would be far too comfortable to stretch out properly where a simple roll could move him from warm sand to cool water--rather than having to scramble up onto rocks and flop gracelessly back down into the waves.
To his credit, he is slinking. His head bobs up now and then to the surface, scanning along the shoreline for the quietest spot. There's a good boulder to ditch his skin under. There's a fairly flat stretch to sprawl out on by the tide pool.
Henry is fairly certain that, even if he isn't supposed to go in this far alone, he'll find a way to manage.
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Date: 2018-04-22 07:54 pm (UTC)How are you, my angel?
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From:tfln @ aeshma
Date: 2018-05-27 11:16 am (UTC)Of course I do. Even in this state, I know what's what.
St Ash it is, then.
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From:tfln @ cryoforce
Date: 2018-05-27 11:19 am (UTC)[Henry, for his own part, is perfectly contented to have remained on the floor, watching the ceiling. The door is locked, but his apartment key has always been hidden in the bottom of his mailbox.]
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From:tfln @ bornstrong
Date: 2018-05-27 11:25 am (UTC)I don't know about that. I meant more that I don't think it'd do me much good to trade lives with someone else on my ship or one of my brothers or something. Don't learn as much until you get further removed, innit.
We could always try to fake it for a bit.
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Date: 2018-06-04 09:46 pm (UTC)2. You have the best smile.
3. I have gossip.
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From:floppy sea bab au
Date: 2018-08-23 12:18 am (UTC)Henry (at least, that's what the fishermen call him, chuckling as they swat him away from their nets or cooing toward the low rocks he likes to dodge among; and he can't exactly insist they call him what his mother named him, particularly if he's not supposed to go much farther in) isn't too young to shed. He has, on storm-tinged nights when the beaches had been abandoned, stumbling slightly on uncertain legs with his brothers. But he's still too young, he's been scolded, to slip in past the nets and pots and lines during the day by himself.
It's just that it would be far too nice a day to enjoy wallowing in the shallows. It would be far too comfortable to stretch out properly where a simple roll could move him from warm sand to cool water--rather than having to scramble up onto rocks and flop gracelessly back down into the waves.
To his credit, he is slinking. His head bobs up now and then to the surface, scanning along the shoreline for the quietest spot. There's a good boulder to ditch his skin under. There's a fairly flat stretch to sprawl out on by the tide pool.
Henry is fairly certain that, even if he isn't supposed to go in this far alone, he'll find a way to manage.