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[something pendulous and elastic about the way koby's blushy bulk compresses in on himself. there should be a rubbery or spring-loaded sound effect. the stranger catches himself smiling. it's not technically unusual; 'qimir' has an expressive and playful character. ordinarily, the smile doesn't fucking sneak up on him, is all. few things do.

such a lapse, the long-term threat it represents, is a later problem. as are the thousands of other subconscious—and conscious—encroachments of saltburnt upon him. today, he is going to the beach. he lets his hand fall. his gaze focuses on the glass melt coins of koby's eyes, and then unfocuses ever so slightly, the next blink staggered ever so slightly out of rhythm. (the fish in the bucket would like to hurry this shit up, splashing with its forked tail. it's slowly running out of dissolved oxygen, and has not considered alternative ways to die.)]

Hello, Koby. Glad you kept the leftovers on. [settling into seal-thoughts is a few-second process, but the first coarse static forms into simple words of communication—a joke. obviously. the seal's magnificent poundage credits nothing to dinner last week. the stranger hefts up the fish bucket, jerking his other thumb down the hall.] Walk and talk?