Vox, who had no readily apparent genitalia to speak of and so hadn't made the connection between that and where bathing garments normally went, had opted for his head. Had he known this was causing someone to stare, he might have stared back—he was very good at it, owing to the number of eyelashes and irises he possessed—but as he hadn't, he didn't.
Standing, Vox rotated in an effort to confirm whether or not he was 'splashing' correctly. He thought he was given how the water was moving around, but it was such an odd activity that he wanted to double-check. Maybe even triple-check if there was time for it.
Raising at least three fingers but no more than twenty in Tal's direction—it was the sort of greeting Vox had seen Torcher's make to one another (he thought)—and waved.
But not the watery kind.
At least, he didn't think so.
Standing, Vox rotated in an effort to confirm whether or not he was 'splashing' correctly. He thought he was given how the water was moving around, but it was such an odd activity that he wanted to double-check. Maybe even triple-check if there was time for it.
Raising at least three fingers but no more than twenty in Tal's direction—it was the sort of greeting Vox had seen Torcher's make to one another (he thought)—and waved.
But not the watery kind.
At least, he didn't think so.
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