Otter Creek honigsüß

He was suprised to see another (ravishing) male approach him who bore the same tongue and pronounced its language as swiftly and elegantly as the ones who had the mind to render it. He couldn't help but softly chuckle at his question, not poised to be suprised nor even fully acknowledge him with his ambers.

❝ Das wasser, ❞ he replied gently, still keeping in under his eye as if it could grab him and kill again. ❝ Ich bin im Wasser gestorben und so aufgetaucht,❞ he finished, knowing the other would certainly be perplexed at his cryptic explantion for his aquaphobia.