[ Ah, the sleeve-tugging. He's on a fast track to being endeared by all of this, because it reminds him of nicer days, of fond memories.
Before he can let Oona drag him over to the rainbow fish (which he'd been eying anyway, let's be real), he pulls one hand out of his pocket to swipe his debit card against a machine that reads: 'WE TAKE CARE OF OUR FISH! PLEASE DONATE'.
Nerd.
With that done, he's content to wind his way to where Oona is, to stand behind her and look into the glass at the blinking fish. One of them swims over to where Oona has her hand pressed against the glass, changes color from pink to pale blond, like her hair. ]
...Don't think about it. [ About smuggling them out... how would you even do that, Oona!! But he doesn't sound as chiding as he could, and for someone who looks like he doesn't belong here, it's obvious that he's attentive: both to Oona and the fish. ] —Can you speak to them?
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Before he can let Oona drag him over to the rainbow fish (which he'd been eying anyway, let's be real), he pulls one hand out of his pocket to swipe his debit card against a machine that reads: 'WE TAKE CARE OF OUR FISH! PLEASE DONATE'.
Nerd.
With that done, he's content to wind his way to where Oona is, to stand behind her and look into the glass at the blinking fish. One of them swims over to where Oona has her hand pressed against the glass, changes color from pink to pale blond, like her hair. ]
...Don't think about it. [ About smuggling them out... how would you even do that, Oona!! But he doesn't sound as chiding as he could, and for someone who looks like he doesn't belong here, it's obvious that he's attentive: both to Oona and the fish. ] —Can you speak to them?