[ He starts a little, blinking but not withdrawing, aware of this guy joining in the search two eye-sets are better than one and if this guy's also looking, does it mean the eels are real?
In a hushed whisper— ]
Real eels.
[ And then, at full volume— ]
Shit, you're right.
[ Monster eels, glowing eels, like in that book, that... There was a book about a giant toothy eel, right? Or was it the Loch Ness monster? Baby Loch Ness monster? (Shit it'd be cool if they saw a baby Loch Ness monster right now, maybe they could take it home.) It did a lot of chomping, chomped a guy's legs right off, and you know what, maybe Treavor doesn't need to see the monster eels, maybe thinking about them's already pushing his luck, so he's gonna stop staring off into the water before he does see neon, you know what, you know what, he's not brave enough for that shit.
So okay goodbye eels. So he settles back a little, finds himself tending to the side, like there's a magnet drawing him, calling him, and it turns out that magnet is a shoulder and he's nudged his head against the shoulder, a nice little trick against gravity and aching heads and also this shoulder doesn't smell so bad and between the shoulder and the soft something soft blanket he's really very comfortable?
Treavor smiles a little, looking out toward the sky, out past the eels and squid and where water turns to starscape. ]
Maybe let eels be eels. They've got enough to worry about.
[ What with the sludge and all and guys trying to stare at them? probably.
And, his eyes slipping shut a little as he lingers in the warmth of this little pocket of time— ]
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In a hushed whisper— ]
Real eels.
[ And then, at full volume— ]
Shit, you're right.
[ Monster eels, glowing eels, like in that book, that... There was a book about a giant toothy eel, right? Or was it the Loch Ness monster? Baby Loch Ness monster? (Shit it'd be cool if they saw a baby Loch Ness monster right now, maybe they could take it home.) It did a lot of chomping, chomped a guy's legs right off, and you know what, maybe Treavor doesn't need to see the monster eels, maybe thinking about them's already pushing his luck, so he's gonna stop staring off into the water before he does see neon, you know what, you know what, he's not brave enough for that shit.
So okay goodbye eels. So he settles back a little, finds himself tending to the side, like there's a magnet drawing him, calling him, and it turns out that magnet is a shoulder and he's nudged his head against the shoulder, a nice little trick against gravity and aching heads and also this shoulder doesn't smell so bad and between the shoulder and the soft something soft blanket he's really very comfortable?
Treavor smiles a little, looking out toward the sky, out past the eels and squid and where water turns to starscape. ]
Maybe let eels be eels. They've got enough to worry about.
[ What with the sludge and all and guys trying to stare at them? probably.
And, his eyes slipping shut a little as he lingers in the warmth of this little pocket of time— ]
Poff.