Barrow Fields Bramble shark

Sobeille was unmoved by his answers. Her tone remained persistent, chipper. The bear-hunter didn’t understand what she sought to gain from their limited interaction. Already feeling that he had given her too much, Swordfish grunted. He had shared just enough that she might trace his origins and the disaster that had pushed him into the unknown. 

A long stretch of silence followed her prompt. 

Ah- I- I’m not good- 

Though he hadn’t intended for his words to cut short, there they sat. Teeth tightened, clenching until he found his tongue again. Swordfish cleared his throat before huffing an exasperated sigh from his nose. 

I’m not good at startin’ conversation. Why don’t ya tell me what yer after? Gotta be a reason- for this. The deep sea color of his eyes shifted down to where their figures touched.