Ocean

1= I’ve heard kittens roar more viciously 10= You could take on an army with that one!

"Ah, you’ve something I ought to be given, have you? Then please, do give unto me the good of your offering."

Their came a soft splash next, as those glistening, clear arms raised themselves above the lapping, holding in their grip a glass fishbowl, the curved base of glass layered in seaweed, blue, and pink anemones swaying slowly in it's center, accompanied with a single piece of coral, "I thought you might like this-- On that basis." He shrank back a couple of inches into the water, though with bowl still held high enough to be taken if Kain had so wished to. The reason for this, was the growing nerves in the pit of Ocean's none-existent stomach, those eyes in their clouded shades of sea-green watching cautiously for a response. He hadn't wished to insult his friend if he had managed to misunderstand another human tradition, after all.

Ocean ♥ on We Heart It.

Though, he wasn’t expecting someone to be near him, he thought for sure he was alone at this point, but when he heard a voice calling out, and noticing the wave from the other, he blinked a bit. It wasn’t like he could really see well enough…wait— what was that? A really realistic costume? Or? Ah, Rei always thinking logically, "Thank you, for the warning…" With a slide glance towards the south end, he could tell what the mysterious person was warning him about and looked back, "I didn’t get your name…I want to thank you more properly…" Yeah, this felt awkward.

"If you're wanting to walk a while longer I'd be glad to slow the tide down for you just this once." Obviously he was in a very good mood today, and yet he seemed to have entirely forgotten about the fact that in greeting humans he was more often than not bombarded with questions, after all, humans were creatures of the land who knew very little about his waters. That said though, he was just as clueless about humans as they were about him, aside from the basics. For example, he'd found the other's glasses quite odd to look at, though he'd kept that to himself-- Humans always seemed to be a little odd in his opinion.

Tapping his foot a bit on the ground he couldn’t help but hum a randome tune that made it’s way onto his mind. It was the thing he always did when he was nervous, and now that he thought about it he was indeed quite nervous. His body temperature was more than just warm and it worried him if it would hurt the Turtle, after all it was a water creature, so probably not used to hot temperatures. Trying to shake his head he turned around to look at the other with a forced smile, “May I ask how big the turtle is, though?” he asked, trying to bring other things to his mind.

He really had been thankful for the man's offer to help, and so even with previous offers to pay him back turned down, Ocean had still run through possible payments in his own mind, while hands lowered to stroke across the turtle's shell, or at least the fittingly leathery hard skin covering her carapace. As he did though, his mass had ever so slowly begun decrease, as with his touch he'd seemed to be letting himself pour in soft trickles of water across the turtle's back, it's head still tangled and trapped in the opening of the trash bag, said bag tangled and caught up beneath the large driftwood piece. Maybe pearls, he'd wondered, humans seemed to like those. Or perhaps he'd like something specific from his waters?

 The totetsu stared at the creature. “What’re you?” he asked a little too bluntly.

 The totetsu stared at the creature. “What’re you?” he asked a little too bluntly.