[He opens his mouth to argue and decides it's better to just remember which bit of Trevor is now fish guts territory. Probably most of them will be, soon enough.
He turns his attention obediently.]
Looks promising. Take a break before you put that knife right through another eggsac?
[One of them could snag it alone quite easily, but an expedition sounds like a more amusing break.]
[He shimmies down into the bottom of the net, rooting around for the little red thing he saw amidst the fish, slipping when he gets one under his boot and goes down on his backside. Trevor grunts, but reaches down and seizes a...carved little red bird.
Well. This was worth getting his pants soaking wet for.
He turns and shows it to Adrian, waving the arm he's holding it with up high.
[Adrian considers floating over to him, but while it would be very funny, it would almost certainly get dead fish thrown at him, so he does it the mortal way, only cheating a little when he could have slipped and opts instead to hover for a second. Something niggles at him, but he's not that quick on the draw.]
Well, distinctive. Significant, do you suppose, or just a bit of art?
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Thanks. I'm all right.
He's losing his..
[Trevor trails off, spotting something shiny and red among the dark blues and blacks of the starry net]
Hey. See that?
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He turns his attention obediently.]
Looks promising. Take a break before you put that knife right through another eggsac?
[One of them could snag it alone quite easily, but an expedition sounds like a more amusing break.]
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Yeah, yeah. You know, of the two of us, one of us can float.
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[But he does resist the urge to just fly over.]
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[He shimmies down into the bottom of the net, rooting around for the little red thing he saw amidst the fish, slipping when he gets one under his boot and goes down on his backside. Trevor grunts, but reaches down and seizes a...carved little red bird.
Well. This was worth getting his pants soaking wet for.
He turns and shows it to Adrian, waving the arm he's holding it with up high.
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Well, distinctive. Significant, do you suppose, or just a bit of art?
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[He looks it over in his hand, sniffing]
God, it stinks of magic.
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[He catches himself before he compares Trevor to a dog. This time.]
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[He holds it up under Adrian's nose]