AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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Faint was the chuckle held within his lungs, eyes glimmering with soft amusement. An old dog learning a new trick? His eyes could only sparkle with soft humor. Freeing the stick from the fish as he turned softly, watching as Vincent made his way in. Shoulders shaking in silent mirth as he carried it into the water, chuckling to his comment. The cold water was certainly a shock to those who weren't ready for it. Closing his eyes for the moment, he would stretch as he slipped into the water.
Offering the stick to Vincent after he opened his eyes, using a paw to point at the water's surface. It was a silent motion, his gaze following the water before returning his paw to the water. He couldn't explain it in words but he pointed to any bubbles he saw. Even fish had to breathe. A soft breath would escape him, stirring up the mud with his paws. Hopefully Vincent would understand that if a fish went by it meant that it could be caught. They just had to intrigue the fish long enough to give themselves an opening.
Offering the stick to Vincent after he opened his eyes, using a paw to point at the water's surface. It was a silent motion, his gaze following the water before returning his paw to the water. He couldn't explain it in words but he pointed to any bubbles he saw. Even fish had to breathe. A soft breath would escape him, stirring up the mud with his paws. Hopefully Vincent would understand that if a fish went by it meant that it could be caught. They just had to intrigue the fish long enough to give themselves an opening.
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