Stavanger Bay aefder

Oh yes, yes indeed Khan picked up on the obvious signs of discomfort and irritability from the stranger.

Yes, a polite individual might take the hints and give some space, ask if they're okay, maybe even go so far as to get them a small snack to hold them over just a bit. An average individual might just hold their fucking tongue. But who in their right mind would deign to classify Khanalyr as either of these?

Instead he kept that beaming, coy smile stretch wide and crooked on his maw, eyes narrow but brows high. While there wasn't any malice behind that stare, and he certainly had no intention of leaving this guy in any worse condition than he'd found him in - let's be honest though, it's a shitty condition to start with - Khan had this inevitable way of being the most annoying shit. On some level he was aware of it, but on every other level he gave absolutely zero shits about changing it.

That left him here - tagging alongside a worn, starving, waterlogged stranger and pestering him with the most senseless, pointless questions imaginable. As the other drew himself up and managed a response, the giddiness within Khanalyr surged, his teeth shining just a bit brighter as his grin widened. He was, in a sense, emboldened as this black and gold stranger accepted the banter.

"T'be honest yer the first fish I ever saw flop outta th'water. Most yer friends tend to stay in!" With a sweeping gesture he motioned with his paw back to the oceans behind them. The sea's sunshine brought a cocky glistening to his copper gaze before it came back to his friend. "So what's brought ya t'this here land, fishy boy?" He could only wonder at what terrible callings would bring such a monstrous, tank-like beast at the mercies of the crashing waves.

@Blackjaw