[His eyebrows lift with his question. It's not a term he's familiar with. While his world definitely has its fair share of fantastical stories, for children and otherwise, he—oh fuck that train of thought, he's being asked about fishing. His eyes light up, and his ears flick into their alert, upright position.]
Shore fishing! I'd been catching salmon for the restaurant. What about you? Are you a fisherman?
[For the first time since the conversation began (and probably since arriving, really), Dylas is leaning forward, actively interested and happy to hear what someone else has to say. Even if Majima looks a little funny with all those colors on his skin.]
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[His eyebrows lift with his question. It's not a term he's familiar with. While his world definitely has its fair share of fantastical stories, for children and otherwise, he—oh fuck that train of thought, he's being asked about fishing. His eyes light up, and his ears flick into their alert, upright position.]
Shore fishing! I'd been catching salmon for the restaurant. What about you? Are you a fisherman?
[For the first time since the conversation began (and probably since arriving, really), Dylas is leaning forward, actively interested and happy to hear what someone else has to say. Even if Majima looks a little funny with all those colors on his skin.]