Have a snippet from my King crab!War x Litter-picker!Reader ficlet I'm writing to tide you over.
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“I’m Y/n,” you call up to War instead, figuring it’s best to get introductions out of the way while you’re at it, “I’m new to the team. Beach clean-up, though I’m sure you could already tell!” Holding your picker out in front of you, you give the handle several squeezes, clacking the ‘claws’ together a few times demonstratively.
All at once, the colossal Mer's head tilts sideways at the display, his brows easing apart inch by inch until his face is set more by surprise than agitation.
Alhough it's difficult to tell where those pupilless eyes are peering, you think he's studying your litter-picker, and with a bemused smile, you keep it suspended in mid-air, letting a smile bloom across your face when his own claws flex open and shut several times over, producing dull, thumping clacks that resonate off the high walls of the cave.
He's copying you.
You presume that’s a good sign.
“May I come in?” you ask, gesturing loosely at the cave in front of you.
Somehow, the colossal crustacean manages to portray an even more potent expression of surprise, his snowy-white brows launching up his forehead and his lips parting just enough to offer you the barest glimpse of huge, flat teeth sitting inside his maw.
You're too busy parsing why he might be taken aback by such an innocuous question when there's a sharp voice in your ear.
"What are you doing?"
