HARPER
The shout from the bank is another surprise, and Harper whirls in the water awkwardly to try and avoid kicking the inquisitive creature below the surface. There's a lot happening all at once which is a bit unanticipated considering the complete lack of interaction he's had all day, but even the rapidfire changes can't keep a boyish grin of delight from pulling across his lips as the man on the shore is readily recognized. And sitting on his stuff, Harper notes with amusement. "Yeah, dolphins aren't usually so hairy and ugly!" he calls back, the brightness of his tone making it clear that it's a gentle jibe.
Harper swims closer to the shore, the dolphin - or what he thinks is a dolphin, but in his world they sure weren't pink - sliding insistently past his legs. At least they have their inquisitiveness in common with the dolphins he knows. "Is it supposed to be pink?" Can Nate even see the dolphin through the water, or is he going to assume Harper's talking about something far more hilarious dirty?
Harper swims closer to the shore, the dolphin - or what he thinks is a dolphin, but in his world they sure weren't pink - sliding insistently past his legs. At least they have their inquisitiveness in common with the dolphins he knows. "Is it supposed to be pink?" Can Nate even see the dolphin through the water, or is he going to assume Harper's talking about something far more hilarious dirty?
oh poor atlas, the world's a beast of a burden
and you've been holding on a very long time
and you've been holding on a very long time
