+10 (overly) successful hunt.
He doesn’t tell you and this causes you to puff your cheeks and pout like a child. You wanted to know, you HAD to know now! How could he just LEAVE you in the dark? You guess you would have to stop by that bar sometime then, at least you’d be able to check that whole ordeal off your list. You were going to say something more about it, but you and he are stuck at this weird waypoint of holding a taco like the two of you were raising Simba to show the world or something. Your cheeks tint red and you whip your hands away from his general vicinity.
Shoving it in your mouth you get all cautious again and watch him like a hawk swallowing and taking in a breath, “Er…uh…s-sorry and thanks.” You say quickly, your words slurring together even more when you were mildly panicked.
Looking embarrassed for overreacting you scratch your teeth with sharp nails and sigh slightly, “So er…uh…” This is awkward now. Well for you anyway. He’s been fairly chill with you and you’ve been freaking out at the smallest things.
Tapping your nails softly against the table you chuckle and try to make yourself relax and keep the mood light. You try so damn hard.
“So…you do the roof an’ you play the bar that’s pretty rad. Uh…s-so…well…we’re kinda alike…not with what we do I mean…the other things.” You mean the fact you’re both fish people. You don’t know a lot of fish people. Didn’t come across them often and when you did unless they were other sharks they were all “Woah don’t eat me” so friends like you were hard to find and…yeah.
“S-sorry I ain’t good at this conversation shit y’know…solitary creatures er…somethin’.”
The betta rolled his eyes at the ‘you and I are alike’ statement. Sure kid, whatever you say. The shark was clearly having a hard time keeping his cool, which prompted Uhin to state, “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.” He more or less meant ‘shut the hell up and think before you fuckin talk,’ but he’d rather not be thrown out at the request of some old lady that can’t handle a little language.
In their now awkward silence, he started to feel kinda bad for the kid. Only a little though. It was clear to him that Hal didn’t have friends, or if he did they probably didn’t pay attention to him enough. That was something he could kinda relate to, but only slightly. At least he rationalized so. That similarity can’t stretch any further than that, right?
Content with the amount of fish taco goodness in him, Uhin leaned back in his seat and folded his arms, staring at Hal intently. He didn’t really know what to say, and given how nervous the shark was in his seat, he kinda felt obligated to continue the conversation. Looks like he was very well eating his own words not even a minute after he said them. “Do you like movies?” he asked, and before letting the other answer, he stated, “I like movies…”
“Fixin’ roofs huh?” You parrot him, your repetition of what you deem interesting was by now an obvious habit. It might even be considered obnoxious by some, but it just sorta happens. When you were a kid your mother would always tell you to repeat what she told you so you wouldn’t forget. Especially when it came to repressing a few qualities about yourself. You have a sudden recollection of her telling you to try and keep your mouth shut. When you turned five and your baby teeth started falling out they were replaced by the rows of sharp ones you had now. She was incredibly worried and never knew how to handle you. But that’s what happens when you let loose during college summer break and fuck a merman shark guy trying to be wild and rebellious. Not that she knew, otherwise she might have had reservations.
Returning to reality you shake your head and smile, “That sounds pretty intense…and you…play at bars.” Your expression gets all weirdly confused again. Like you’re overthinking what he was telling you. Play…like play around? No that wasn’t quite right. You didn’t play like a kid at a bar. You have not been to a bar. You were 22 and it never particularly interested you. Note to self: go to a bar sometime. Maybe you’re missing out on something. Well if he wasn’t playing around…then it must have been an instrument right? You look at him with a cocked head, like you’re assessing him.
You wonder what he plays. Guitar? A bass? You take him initially for that kind of person, but that was rude or something. You should know better, “…Hmm…” You click your teeth together, another small habit, “So you play an instrument…but which one?” Your expression softens and you look less like you might short circuit at any moment.
“Man that’s kinda cool actually! Playin’ an instrument. I ain’t too good at that sorta thing.” You grin at him, voice earnest. You do think it’s cool once you stop trying to analyze it all. It’s a cool thing to be able to do. Sometimes you see musicians playing on the pier and you try to toss them tips when you can.
“Pretty sure all I can play is the kazzo or somethin’.” You chuckle heartily. Almost forgetting you have a taco in your hand and nearly dropping it. You manage to catch it thank goodness.
The betta nodded at the shark’s parroting. This boy’s about repetition, ain’t he? Maybe that helps information go through his thick skull. Eh, everyone’s got a way. He seemed happy to learn about it anyway, so there’s no reason in faulting him for that.
Upon being asked what instrument, Uhin leered at Hal and stated, “Find out for yourself.” The pokerface was strong with this one. He’s not one to get antsy about giving away key information. He’s more of an “all will be explained later” kind of guy. He thought it was a sage-like quality within him, though it was probably thought of by others as a way to be a pretentious asshole that won’t simply tell people what’s up. Either way, he was sticking to his word with this one.
He noticed the taco fumble in process and jolted to reach for it himself before the shark’s reflexes proved to be useful here. Smooth. “Wouldn’t wanna lose that, would we?” he commented dryly. “It’d be a shame to waste these tacos.”
It goes quiet for a while, you’re too occupied shoving food down your throat to think of stringing words together into sentences. You like eating, it’s what you’re best at, so naturally you’re a fan of it. You know overeating was a bad thing, and while you had the ability to go a few days on one or two meals you didn’t. That would be lame…NOT eating. But it terms of survival it was kinda cool…you guessed.
It’s not long before a half dozen tacos are sitting in your gut, you feel nothing though, feeling full was a hard goal to reach. Using a napkin to wipe your mouth you stand up, “Hold on a sec.” You say simply before walking up to the counter.
If it wasn’t already known that they know you here it’s made apparent now. The bright eyed cashier already has a half dozen more for you and all you have to do is slip her money before walking back to the table. That cashier is cool, she doesn’t get all weird around you. She’s older and probably thinks your sharp ass teeth is some weird fashion trend with the kids these days. That was cool.
Sitting back down you pick up a taco and bite into it, scooting the box a little closer to Uhin just in case he eats all his and wants another. You take what you’ve gotten more slowly, might as well taste it this time around. Swallowing a bite that was a little on the, sharp tortilla shell down your throat side, you look at Uhin for a moment. Thinking of small talk. Hmm…this was difficult. You were never good at talking small…okay that was a lie. If your earlier chattiness wasn’t an indicator you liked to talk. And talk and talk and talk about mostly nothing. You babble after a while. It was INITIATING small talk that took you a bit of mental effort.
"Sssssoooooo…" Yes great start, you’re on your way kid, "Do you work?" Okay you weren’t trying to insinuate he looked like a bum or something. But what if he interpreted it that way?! "Er…I mean…you work around here yeah? I mean if you live around here that makes sense." Honestly you were just trying to ask what he did with his life when he wasn’t doing all this. Whatever it was. Ung this was hard, the finer details of speech escaped you. You knew you weren’t the smartest cookie in the batch, but you should be able to make simple conversation with a stranger. Maybe it was the whole "He might kick the shit out of me if I fuck up" thing. In your stressed thinking you basically swallow a taco whole and bore holes into the next one you pick up just thinking about what might happen if he misinterprets your question.
That shark was indeed quick on the whole ingesting thing. Uhin wasn’t even on his third taco before Hal got up to get seconds. What a glutton. The cashier probably eagerly encourages him to overdo it and the betta should probably stop thinking about that right now before he had to explain why he was getting a hard on in a goddamn taco shack. Be strong, Uhin. What would his co-workers say?
Speaking of, sharkbutt was asking about his work life. He seemed a bit on edge as well. He couldn’t blame the kid for trying not to be offensive, given what just happened, but it wouldn’t kill him to shut the hell up when asking something simple. “I fix roofs,” he answered simply. He probably wanted more information about his life here though, so although he wasn’t obligated to, Uhin continued. “I also play at the bar closest to the pier on weekends.”
That’s where he stopped, shoving the third taco in his face. He didn’t really feel like explaining what that meant. Rather, he’s more about being vague about his passion so those who hear about it could be surprised with what he does. He doesn’t like hitting people over the head with his passions, but he does enjoy igniting people’s curiosity flames.
I think I got him outta my system…
Life is weird. Especially after you frenzy at a birthday picnic because of some bloody as hell burgers and steaks and you don’t even like any of those things and your human mom is all “Lol son plz go live in the ocean now the neighbors have figured out you’re a shark I <3 u”
Woaaaah shark doodles woah.
tragic back story?????