HARPER
A squawk of protest echoes over the river’s lazy current at Nate’s threat. Only a moment later does his brain catch up, and laughter spills brightly on the tail end of it. “If you wanted a wet t-shirt contest you should’ve told me before I already revealed all the goods!” His boyish, cheeky grin might not be clearly visible from the shore, but it doesn’t stop it from spreading like wildfire across his lips.
Admittedly his attention is pretty torn between concern for his poor innocent shoe and the weird, sleek feeling of the dolphin butting up against his legs. It doesn’t mean he didn’t absolutely walk into that one though. “Oh, so handsome? Yeah I think it fits the bill,” he volleys back, arms working steadily to stay afloat in the current. But shouting isn’t very conducive for conversations, even if they’re mostly just raising their voices. “Come in and I’ll show ya how handsome it is!” Harper crows, a hand dipping down as if gesturing vulgarly when all he’s really doing is feeling for the dolphin’s back fin with curious fingers.
Admittedly his attention is pretty torn between concern for his poor innocent shoe and the weird, sleek feeling of the dolphin butting up against his legs. It doesn’t mean he didn’t absolutely walk into that one though. “Oh, so handsome? Yeah I think it fits the bill,” he volleys back, arms working steadily to stay afloat in the current. But shouting isn’t very conducive for conversations, even if they’re mostly just raising their voices. “Come in and I’ll show ya how handsome it is!” Harper crows, a hand dipping down as if gesturing vulgarly when all he’s really doing is feeling for the dolphin’s back fin with curious fingers.
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
