Greatwater Lake Scrawny Motherfucker with a Cool Hairstyle

This boy, however nameless he may be at the moment, is intruiging. He's got a sort of youthful excitement about him that fills Aleister with a new energy. A hope, perhaps, for the future- for his future. Though his brow furrows when the boy repeats Aleister's name once again, the slight frown is quickly overtaken with a curious surprise as the boy moves forward and touches his shoulder. Depsite the fleeting nature of it, Aleister finds himself leaning subtly into the brief nudge- he can't remember the last time he felt another's pelt against his own. The thought is alarming.

He's distracted from mulling over it though as the young man begins to gesture to the lake before them. Aleister's eyes flick hesitantly towards the other's. Does he want to...swim? Or something? He cocks his head slightly but starts to pad softly towards the water nonetheless, keeping his head cast slightly to the side so he can observe the spotty boy, giving him an odd appearance as he walks- as though he's shuffling. Once his tose touch the water, he makes a full turn around his pearly gaze tracking every subtle tick in his body language as he awaits some sort of semblance of an answer.