Clemente
"Maybe we can give 'em to the street kids then?" he points out softly, hesitant to mention it even if he's sure Nate won't mind giving a few of whatever they catch to those who have brought Clem into their fold. While his loyalty is not to them, they are echoes of his past and he will help them however he can. "Or have a cookout!" The excited quiver of his voice is blatant in the dark. He doesn't know many non-Ascended folks, but it had been a flaunted televised tradition that he'd never experienced in his home world.
The soft moue of disappointment quickly turns into a startled shriek of half-disgust and half-wonder. Boyish desire to poke and prod at any gross or slimey object (or in this case, more like plated) immediately has him reaching in to poke at the things. It's disappointing to not be able to feel them against his fingertips, and his smile wavers obviously as for once he regrets the things he has given up in coming to Caido. But he won't let it ruin the night, and he plucks one out to follow Nate's instructions, messily spearing the creature and giving a quiet apology to it aloud that he hopes the other two won't hear.
The casting goes just about as well as the baiting, more enthusiasm than skill, but after a few tries Clem's line is at a respectable distance and depth. He vibrates in place as he waits impatiently for...something. He's not really sure how he'll be able to tell if he has caught anything.
The soft moue of disappointment quickly turns into a startled shriek of half-disgust and half-wonder. Boyish desire to poke and prod at any gross or slimey object (or in this case, more like plated) immediately has him reaching in to poke at the things. It's disappointing to not be able to feel them against his fingertips, and his smile wavers obviously as for once he regrets the things he has given up in coming to Caido. But he won't let it ruin the night, and he plucks one out to follow Nate's instructions, messily spearing the creature and giving a quiet apology to it aloud that he hopes the other two won't hear.
The casting goes just about as well as the baiting, more enthusiasm than skill, but after a few tries Clem's line is at a respectable distance and depth. He vibrates in place as he waits impatiently for...something. He's not really sure how he'll be able to tell if he has caught anything.
Your mother started drinking like the whole world died
And You've been waiting for a miracle all your life
And You've been waiting for a miracle all your life
