( what the. here he thought they might react like a skittish animal to any contact, and then he receives that slap on the wrist. okay, geez.
but perhaps, however, the hesitation is also partly because, to izou, there isn't a single aspect of him that's suitable for being gentle. his hands have only blossomed so much pain for others, the warmth of them leaving dirty red stains in the form of cuts and tears. there's the recollection of ishmael's embrace and words to muffle that noise a little, though, and when combined with his current fatigue and annoyance at being condescended somewhat, it's enough to quell some of the sourness that normally rises in him like a beast ready to attack. )
Nah. Just that wherever you're from, it's a harsh enough to make alterin' your body some kinda necessity. A sailor, huh. Guess that figures, though, with the way you get all worked up when it comes to these sea-based operations.
( as the easy waters of the pool continue to rock softly against his chest and his accompanying gills, izou finally manages to secure a strong grip on an appendage, tensing up as the writing limb struggles against him, giving it less of a chance to escape. at this point, his morbid curiosity about what it must feel like to have one is expanding, his lips forming a thin line the more he concentrates on smoothing a thumb against a sucker, the way they coil in on one other seeming strange in comparison to the specimen they battled the other day.
maybe he's getting too into this... like, squeezing something to relax the mind actually works? )
I don't know the first thing about sailin'. Not in my job description.
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but perhaps, however, the hesitation is also partly because, to izou, there isn't a single aspect of him that's suitable for being gentle. his hands have only blossomed so much pain for others, the warmth of them leaving dirty red stains in the form of cuts and tears. there's the recollection of ishmael's embrace and words to muffle that noise a little, though, and when combined with his current fatigue and annoyance at being condescended somewhat, it's enough to quell some of the sourness that normally rises in him like a beast ready to attack. )
Nah. Just that wherever you're from, it's a harsh enough to make alterin' your body some kinda necessity. A sailor, huh. Guess that figures, though, with the way you get all worked up when it comes to these sea-based operations.
( as the easy waters of the pool continue to rock softly against his chest and his accompanying gills, izou finally manages to secure a strong grip on an appendage, tensing up as the writing limb struggles against him, giving it less of a chance to escape. at this point, his morbid curiosity about what it must feel like to have one is expanding, his lips forming a thin line the more he concentrates on smoothing a thumb against a sucker, the way they coil in on one other seeming strange in comparison to the specimen they battled the other day.
maybe he's getting too into this... like, squeezing something to relax the mind actually works? )
I don't know the first thing about sailin'. Not in my job description.