Stavanger Bay with flowers in the sunshine

sandpiper didn't meet his gaze, but she did turn to face him now -- his brooding features were held in the corner of her eyes. it was obvious now that something was bothering him, and she felt a little (only a little) like a dick for being so cold to him before. part of her wanted to nuzzle his necky wecky and said it would all be ok :v but the other, more rational (was it tho) part of her insisted on keeping her distance -- she was too proud a creature to relent now.

she looked to him as he started to speak and fancied there was some twinge of sad rumination to his words -- and then he said something nonsensical about a shark. her ears whipped forward and she abruptly stood upright, flagging her tail over her hips with a cocksure and ardent gesture. "the fuck you are." she huffed, trotting right after him. once she caught up she tried to roughly jostle him. "why you wanna go kiss a shark for? aint gonna make you any uglier." she grinned, casting him a sly look to reassure herself her humor was appreciated.