Stavanger Bay like a chef making donuts and pastries it’s time to make you sweat

things were heating up -- or at least, the riposte was -- rannveig's tail had begun stirring in a steady thump of excitement. it had been a while since his shenanigans had been so well received -- and even longer since he was able to banter back and forth in such a rowdy manner.

he nodded as if following along as saucy suggested he call the sharks now -- sure sure, his expression seemed to contemplate -- he almost even looked sympathetic as she mentioned sharks might spare her the torment he was inflicting on her. rannveig held both his paws in the air in a gesticulation of helplessness, the grin still hanging from his stone-flecked features. "hey - i won't kinkshame; if being eaten's your thing, that's cool."

landing on all fours, rannveig's eyes flicked up at the mention of rock-tossing. hey! he could lose an eye -- then he'd definitely wouldn't be devastatingly handsome. well... he might be, actually -- some chicks really dig eyepatches. maybe he could pull it off.

all the same his eyes narrowed and he pursed his lips disapprovingly as another rock whirled right past his head. he barely had any time to react to it, but thankfully, all the whizzing stone caught was a few of his hairs as it sailed past. "well, you could -- if you could actually aim." he smirled to himself, knowing his taunt might earn him a barrage of several more rocks chucked his way -- but this time, he would be ready.