The blond watched curiously, drawn in by an instinct he couldn’t quite name or put his finger on when he tried to think about. it. It was just there. He might have ignored it had his eyes not landed on the lurking other. Who was fishing? He thought so, but couldn’t be sure. Wouldn’t be the first strange sight he saw that week. ”Neh, whatcha doing ‘ttebayo?”
Ame held the fish tight in his arms as he hurried out of the water. He set it down and grabbed a rock, knocking the fish in the head once to make it go still, and then he glanced up. He knew he was being watched-- "I am fishing. Who are you?"













