[ The moment between them is tense, but not threatening. The realization that the person in front of them is an other is keen. Yosuke doesn't feel comfortable, for sure, but the fact that this person, this other boy is making slow, purposeful movements gives him some reassurance. Truthfully, all he has heard of humans hasn't been good. There's a reason that he's supposed to keep away, and why so many of his kind have retreated up to rivers and lakes in the mountains--the estuaries their ancestors came from are no longer safe.
But despite the way his heart pounds, the slow rise and fall of his chest as his the labyrinth organ above his lungs switches the flow of breathing air proper, he doesn't make a jump for it. Honestly, he should--swimming away with a hook stuck in his side is still getting the hell out of dodge.
Yet, he doesn't. He just stares down this other boy. He's not sure how humans age, but if it's anything similar to merpeople, then they don't look that far apart. He definitely wasn't expecting to see a human with those features, though--that hair and those eyes. They remind him a bit of how the surface looks when it's going to rain, gray but placid. Is he sensing calm or something else...control? He's not sure. Something about that look he's getting in return makes him feel self-conscious.
He does as he's told, staying still despite his better judgment. Yosuke watches with a sense of curiosity mixed with trepidation as the other boy works. What he feels is that thing coat of slime that protects his scales from infection in the water, something that tries out easily on land. He hisses as the edge of the hook drags across the opening its already made in his fin, but other than that...
It's over before he realizes it.
Yosuke blinks, surprised, somehow, that this stranger would actually be true to his word. He watches with less fear and more curiosity as the other boy reels the line back in too.
It's hard not to notice the blood, even on land. Normally it's the kind of thing that makes water taste funny. ]
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But despite the way his heart pounds, the slow rise and fall of his chest as his the labyrinth organ above his lungs switches the flow of breathing air proper, he doesn't make a jump for it. Honestly, he should--swimming away with a hook stuck in his side is still getting the hell out of dodge.
Yet, he doesn't. He just stares down this other boy. He's not sure how humans age, but if it's anything similar to merpeople, then they don't look that far apart. He definitely wasn't expecting to see a human with those features, though--that hair and those eyes. They remind him a bit of how the surface looks when it's going to rain, gray but placid. Is he sensing calm or something else...control? He's not sure. Something about that look he's getting in return makes him feel self-conscious.
He does as he's told, staying still despite his better judgment. Yosuke watches with a sense of curiosity mixed with trepidation as the other boy works. What he feels is that thing coat of slime that protects his scales from infection in the water, something that tries out easily on land. He hisses as the edge of the hook drags across the opening its already made in his fin, but other than that...
It's over before he realizes it.
Yosuke blinks, surprised, somehow, that this stranger would actually be true to his word. He watches with less fear and more curiosity as the other boy reels the line back in too.
It's hard not to notice the blood, even on land. Normally it's the kind of thing that makes water taste funny. ]
...You cut yourself.
[ ...For him.
Why? ]
...Does this mean you're not gonna eat me?