[ with all due respect, picanha was getting annoying. like some kind of— car alarm going off and strutting left and right on the poor orca’s slab of body for some kind of attention (or maybe not, it’s the opposite, but it’s not her fault for projecting what she feels!). shōyō feels the pressure honing in and ends up rising just close to a crouch to shoo her away. at least she startles just as any bird enough to hop into a glide and, thankfully, in some mumbling croaks closer to silence.
shōyō has to deal with the aftermath though, throwing his backside down into the sand, erecting his back and responding, quickly: ]
Huh? Why? I’m not— not alright. Am I being not alright?
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shōyō has to deal with the aftermath though, throwing his backside down into the sand, erecting his back and responding, quickly: ]
Huh? Why? I’m not— not alright. Am I being not alright?
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