- Nov 8, 2022
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He stares into the sea, and a thousand, glittering faces stare back.
The man replies with a tilt of his head. One of those faces, it seems to follow. Brave; braver than all of its brothers. Was it only wishful thinking? Most likely... His own personification reaches to find a thing in those dead eyes. Watery and bleak.
But still, "Guten tag," falls from his maw unbidden. It's accompanied by his own stare, perhaps a mimicry of the few that met him (though, not intentionally). Not his first time settling eyes upon fish, no– but maybe... in this circumstance. Natural and river-grown, living and breathing the water they were meant to... so he's heard. He has seen them in captivity, confined to spaces so small within a twoleg's dwelling; and when he'd asked, 'where did it come from?' The river, was the answer he'd been given. And so, the river it shall be. What would that container be to the river, then? As a nest would be to the whole of the world, he supposes. With all of those places to go, what has them decide that here is home?
His paw grazes the water, and as if it were only ever a ghost, it's gone before his eyes. Wasp blinks. He wasn't– no, he... was not ready for a departure so swift. Suddenly emptiness, and blankly, he stares.
The man replies with a tilt of his head. One of those faces, it seems to follow. Brave; braver than all of its brothers. Was it only wishful thinking? Most likely... His own personification reaches to find a thing in those dead eyes. Watery and bleak.
But still, "Guten tag," falls from his maw unbidden. It's accompanied by his own stare, perhaps a mimicry of the few that met him (though, not intentionally). Not his first time settling eyes upon fish, no– but maybe... in this circumstance. Natural and river-grown, living and breathing the water they were meant to... so he's heard. He has seen them in captivity, confined to spaces so small within a twoleg's dwelling; and when he'd asked, 'where did it come from?' The river, was the answer he'd been given. And so, the river it shall be. What would that container be to the river, then? As a nest would be to the whole of the world, he supposes. With all of those places to go, what has them decide that here is home?
His paw grazes the water, and as if it were only ever a ghost, it's gone before his eyes. Wasp blinks. He wasn't– no, he... was not ready for a departure so swift. Suddenly emptiness, and blankly, he stares.
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Bozo staring into the river,, ( no one told him the fish would leave :( ) tagging @CICADASTAR but no need to wait <3
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Good day :D