[ That's what it was! The name, the noise, that's a pretty good fish sound, and at the 'poff' Treavor cracks a grin, barks another - less sharp, still loud - laugh, and stares at that hand as if captivated. How many fish can this guy make with his hands? He's a pretty good pro!
'Poff,' Treavor thinks. It's a good sound. He'll have to try out that sound, is on the verge of trying that sound but instead he's giving a minor yelp, confused and then delighted, because something's got him again, but it wasn't any kind of eel, and yeah maybe he's giggling a little squirming back a little now because that eel didn't quite tickle but it caught him by surprise!
And! It was a good eel noise. (Probably? What do eels sound like? Just like that, like 'zzzt', Treavor decides.)
He bats where the poking hand was, whether the hand's still there or not. It's a clumsy swipe, playful, and yeah he's still grinning and also he would like a drink but he moves his hand and there's no bottle, he'll have to find the bottle, trouble for a minute from now or whenever from now, because at this moment it's more important that he say something, because his chest tells him he feels like talking and his mouth's coming up with words and-- ]
Think there're eels there?
[ Is he looking at the water? Somewhere in that direction. And, an idea!, accompanied by a slight shift forward, as if trying to see, as if maybe thinking the best way to find an answer would be to see for himself. ]
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'Poff,' Treavor thinks. It's a good sound. He'll have to try out that sound, is on the verge of trying that sound but instead he's giving a minor yelp, confused and then delighted, because something's got him again, but it wasn't any kind of eel, and yeah maybe he's giggling a little squirming back a little now because that eel didn't quite tickle but it caught him by surprise!
And! It was a good eel noise. (Probably? What do eels sound like? Just like that, like 'zzzt', Treavor decides.)
He bats where the poking hand was, whether the hand's still there or not. It's a clumsy swipe, playful, and yeah he's still grinning and also he would like a drink but he moves his hand and there's no bottle, he'll have to find the bottle, trouble for a minute from now or whenever from now, because at this moment it's more important that he say something, because his chest tells him he feels like talking and his mouth's coming up with words and-- ]
Think there're eels there?
[ Is he looking at the water? Somewhere in that direction. And, an idea!, accompanied by a slight shift forward, as if trying to see, as if maybe thinking the best way to find an answer would be to see for himself. ]