Taste the Sea Breeze

as the world comes to an end
i'll be there to hold your hand

"Sounds right awful." You don't try to pretty your opinion of the Hollowed Grounds (seriously, who names a place that?), but there's a lightness to your gruff retort that softens the blow a little. It's hard to take you too seriously, or be too offended by what you say. There's never any edge to it, like a shark who's missing his teeth.

As the man does his best to keep silence from falling you dry out your thick hair; that done you hitch the towel around your waist, still too damp for pants. Grabbing the black bandage from your bag instead, you offer the stranger a shrug. "People 'round here follow a code. Some crates y'don't steal from, 'less you're stupid. Or desperate. Or both." You kick the crate your bag was in, turning it just enough to reveal a small A carved into a corner.

You pull the black brace up over the scar on your arm, grateful as your hips hold the towel in place. "So what brings a Grounder to Kaiholo in the middle of the night? This ain't the safest place, as y'seem to have figured out." Your voice, always low, comes out as something of a growl as you divide your attention between multiple things at once.

you're a king and i'm a lionheart

ZEPH