[Hyunsu blinks and glances down at Koby's hand squeezing his and is...perplexed. Not angry. Just confused. Uncertain. The monster isn't used to someone just being kind for the sake of being kind or offering help rather than giving orders or making demands.
He doesn't really know what to do with it, because this is the part of Hyunsu that normally wants to tell everyone to fuck off and leave him alone. But he doesn't actually want to be alone right now. Which is extremely weird, and he doesn't want to think too deeply about it.
So instead he thinks about Koby, taking a moment to think back and sift through some of his human memories.]
Right. You like water.
[he remembers that's why Hyunsu chose the Christmas (or Kobymas) presents he did.]
I do, yes. [pleased, patting hyunsu’s hand, then returning to his flower-weaving task. he’s not especially skilled at it, more twisting the stems together than anything else, a sort of quasi-braiding motion.] It’s all water at home, with islands scattered everywhere. Everyone there can swim, unless they’ve eaten a devil fruit.
[of course. obviously.
koby tilts his head thoughtfully, feeling the ripples of confusion and bewilderment from hyunsu spreading out, out, like the ripples in the lake from the skim of his bare feet against the surface. it’s not an alarming, sharp sort of unease, so he feels bold enough to reach up and rest the flower crown on hyunsu’s head, humming softly.] I think that’s good. No – more blue, one moment. [he plucks it back, sorting busily through his flower basket.]
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He doesn't really know what to do with it, because this is the part of Hyunsu that normally wants to tell everyone to fuck off and leave him alone. But he doesn't actually want to be alone right now. Which is extremely weird, and he doesn't want to think too deeply about it.
So instead he thinks about Koby, taking a moment to think back and sift through some of his human memories.]
Right. You like water.
[he remembers that's why Hyunsu chose the Christmas (or Kobymas) presents he did.]
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[of course. obviously.
koby tilts his head thoughtfully, feeling the ripples of confusion and bewilderment from hyunsu spreading out, out, like the ripples in the lake from the skim of his bare feet against the surface. it’s not an alarming, sharp sort of unease, so he feels bold enough to reach up and rest the flower crown on hyunsu’s head, humming softly.] I think that’s good. No – more blue, one moment. [he plucks it back, sorting busily through his flower basket.]