[ Adolf is so dense that light might as well bend around him; he interprets her arm tangled in his arm as a way to give herself some grounding against the things she's seeing, as a way to stabilize herself, which is fine— he'll let her take all day if she needs the time.
But here they are now, in front of the bae(el). Adolf's attention strays more towards the actual fish itself than its Twitte(el)r, which has cleverly been renamed the 'Zapper'. They're really committed to this, huh.
The eel stretches and rolls lazily in its tank, winds itself through the water with a curious grace. It's a sentiment somewhere between fondness and gratefulness that Adolf bites back before he hears Oona laughing, and he contents himself to cast his gaze down to the side to see what she's laughing at. ]
"...Where do alien fish live? In trouter space."
[ He will never admit to this, but this is possibly the best thing he's seen all day, maybe excluding Oona's cute outfit. ]
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But here they are now, in front of the bae(el). Adolf's attention strays more towards the actual fish itself than its Twitte(el)r, which has cleverly been renamed the 'Zapper'. They're really committed to this, huh.
The eel stretches and rolls lazily in its tank, winds itself through the water with a curious grace. It's a sentiment somewhere between fondness and gratefulness that Adolf bites back before he hears Oona laughing, and he contents himself to cast his gaze down to the side to see what she's laughing at. ]
"...Where do alien fish live? In trouter space."
[ He will never admit to this, but this is possibly the best thing he's seen all day, maybe excluding Oona's cute outfit. ]