Greatwater Lake i don't like human nature unless all candied over with art

he blinks at her owlishly -- it's hard to tell if she's joking, or rather, to what degree she's joking, since everything about her thu far has come off with some degree of irony. he hesitates until she speaks again, warmth blooming in his chest when she echoes his own interests. but she doesn't drop the game, and okeanos doesn't want her, suddenly, to think he's not able to keep up. (he is definitely not able to keep up, but that's neither here nor there.)

"okay," he hears himself saying, "like-?"

okeanos is not entirely graceless, though not speedy, and his arc forward is oddly dexterous if cautious. there's no end game in mind; he doesn't open his mouth to seek purchase in her fur, instead opting to fall into her like an oversized tumbleweed, perhaps to pin her down, though he leaves plenty of space for her to dart away if he's terribly misread the scene she's set.