Clemente
Clem preens happily at the allowance, still eternally unsure about asking for such things even from his family. The giving spirit that exists in Caido is a bit blackened and underhanded in Torchline, but at least it exists. Clem isn't used to that. He's similarly unused to the blatant praise that Sunjata offers, giving a lopsided boyish grin too-full of fangs instead of any kind of reply. He's too likely to fumble one of those.
"I've never gone swimmin'," he offers boldly, if only because it's something to say. He'd grown up in a concrete jungle to say the least. Now he doesn't have to worry about drowning though, which takes most of the anxiety about learning out of the equation. Though swimming is far less interesting than the way his pole jerks and bobs. Nate's calm instructions are the only thing that keep him from doing something stupid like throw his rod or whip it around in a vain attempt to surface whatever he has potentially hooked. Except it turns out to just be Sunjata's line, and the boy pouts freely until Sunjata's teasing brightens him back up, as easily swayed in his moods as any other teenager. "Not much of'a catch," he teases back, the teasing grin hopefully making light of the words. Clemente is still not used to being nice some days.
Obligingly casting out farther, and shuffling a bit away from Sunjata (he's not gonna lose another opportunity even if it means he's kinda ignoring the dude) to try and ensure success this time around. Despite no need for sleep or bodily functions, Clem is still an impatient teenager, and Nate is perfectly timed when he asks about his whittling. "Gooooood," he drawls playfully. "Been tryin' to make bigger shi- er, stuff. Think I could make poles, though?" Head craning to look at the taller man, wondering if he could sell or barter them in Halo and the Grounds where fishing isn't so prevalent.
"I've never gone swimmin'," he offers boldly, if only because it's something to say. He'd grown up in a concrete jungle to say the least. Now he doesn't have to worry about drowning though, which takes most of the anxiety about learning out of the equation. Though swimming is far less interesting than the way his pole jerks and bobs. Nate's calm instructions are the only thing that keep him from doing something stupid like throw his rod or whip it around in a vain attempt to surface whatever he has potentially hooked. Except it turns out to just be Sunjata's line, and the boy pouts freely until Sunjata's teasing brightens him back up, as easily swayed in his moods as any other teenager. "Not much of'a catch," he teases back, the teasing grin hopefully making light of the words. Clemente is still not used to being nice some days.
Obligingly casting out farther, and shuffling a bit away from Sunjata (he's not gonna lose another opportunity even if it means he's kinda ignoring the dude) to try and ensure success this time around. Despite no need for sleep or bodily functions, Clem is still an impatient teenager, and Nate is perfectly timed when he asks about his whittling. "Gooooood," he drawls playfully. "Been tryin' to make bigger shi- er, stuff. Think I could make poles, though?" Head craning to look at the taller man, wondering if he could sell or barter them in Halo and the Grounds where fishing isn't so prevalent.
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
