The water so black that the darkness hummed
Company is certainly not what Maru is anticipating today, much less company in the form of a mouth-breather. Or that is what he assumes the man to be, having never encountered any of The Voice's creations. Maru rolls to prop himself up better, idly flicking a tentacle through the surface of the water in acknowledgement as fathomless, pitch eyes fall upon the newcomer.
Such flirtations are new to him, at least from anyone who does not live and breathe the ocean the way he and his kind do. But Maru is certainly no spring chicken himself, one elegant brow rising as he boldly sweeps his own gaze across the man before him. "Shall you enjoy the view or merely commentate upon it?" The low, dark rumble of his voice is still not as familiar to him as the telepathic form of communication he is used to utilizing. Maru does not gesture for the man to join him, no such invitations or pleasantries extended when he is content to survey him unblinkingly. "You are far from your normal waters. What brings you here?" Nothing if not curious when presented with the rare chance of speaking with a mouth-breather without it being transactional in nature.
Such flirtations are new to him, at least from anyone who does not live and breathe the ocean the way he and his kind do. But Maru is certainly no spring chicken himself, one elegant brow rising as he boldly sweeps his own gaze across the man before him. "Shall you enjoy the view or merely commentate upon it?" The low, dark rumble of his voice is still not as familiar to him as the telepathic form of communication he is used to utilizing. Maru does not gesture for the man to join him, no such invitations or pleasantries extended when he is content to survey him unblinkingly. "You are far from your normal waters. What brings you here?" Nothing if not curious when presented with the rare chance of speaking with a mouth-breather without it being transactional in nature.
Maru
