Totoka River intention, retention, it's all in your head

everywhere he went, he had an audience.
it was really getting annoying either being dropped in on or being watched and frankly he really should have been used to it by now. but somehow—maybe because he thought he truly only had two braincells at any given point in time—he had never gotten used to it.
when the girl made herself noticeable, he took notice of her. well most importantly, it was her eyes that he took notice of first. he had seen that shit before, couldn’t remember the name of it, but it definitely set anyone apart from the rest whenever he saw them.
and he, at least this time, was mildly expressionless. not entirely stoic, but dull enough that he looked at her like she started speaking greek to him. the stutter didn’t help—was she timid? was someone actually potentially afraid of his scrawny, rawboned ass? he made a face, but mostly to her advice.
“yeah, well, these fish are stupid.”
but so was he.
“what do you want, anyway? i’m not sharing whatever i catch, so…” and he didn’t think he needed to finish that sentence, figuring the point would get across to her if she was smart enough to catch his drift. he didn’t think she came to laugh at him and she also didn’t seem to be too fond of getting her feet all wet. so she had to be smart. it was winter, who the hell stands in the middle of a slow stream spot up to their elbows in water?? lakhos, that’s who.
and he didn't move either.