#lostshcll

The little youth curiously reached close to the ocean as he lowers his right hand down into the tranquil waters to feel the coolness, he smiled a little as bare feet tread on the soft sand.

He didn’t realize that he was no longer in his own era of Feudal Japan but somewhere else entirely, he kept his kusarigama attracted to the belt of his attire as he only uses it whenever danger was present.

As he walked, he bent down to pick up some colorful shells as tiny fingers move over the smooth texture to feel.

Curious wide eyes continued to stare as the jewel shard embedded in his lower back that sustained his life started to glint a bit but he shakes it off, he continued to explore, completely unaware if anyone was near.

@lostshcll "Y- You want me to go down there, kill those crabs and risk death, just so you can get that. Thing????" The thing in case being a particularly huge can, in admittedly pretty colors - gold and pink, dark and shiny despite the dents. Surely something that could get them a good amount of microplastics, sure, but that would also double his bodycount and risk him an unnecessary death! "No! No no no, I'm sure that they- they got it fair and square, no? It would be like stealing, and that's a huge no no!" a very panicked beat "I'm literally in this situation because someone stole from me!!!"

« You got microplastics in your ears? Yes, that's what I said! » That guy is difficult to deal with today, huh? He thought he had been extremely clear with his instructions, and especially in pointing the treasure he'd have to get back so that he they could become so rich to buy the entire uppertown! What's so hard to understand?

It takes Kril's following stutter to make him understand something about his motives - which, to be perfectly honest, he finds just a poor excuse to make him lose time. And he won't try to hide that thought in any way: he sighs, rolling his eyes, and crosses his claws in front of the chest with an extremely judging glance at the fellow hermit crab.