It was no exaggeration to say that Conor felt like a true fool as he crawled around in the boat, but he knew that he would find no balance if he tried to get up on his two legs in the rocking boat. He still had this odd fear of somehow getting swept off his feet and tossed out of the boat. This was extremely unlikely, as the boat did not rock all that hard. Had Conor Soul seen some of the waves caused by an upset sea on long travels to and fro continents then he would have squeaked pathetically and lost control of his bladder. This was nothing compared to how cruel raging water could be. No, this was a merry ride and no one knew this better than Rurik. Lavender eyes turned to gaze on the cheery wolf with the silver fur and strange smelling joints. Was he aware that this was Conor’s first time with any kind of cigarettes? The young male’s throat still burned dimly from the harsh smoke he had drawn down into his lungs, but he was unaware of this, for his focus kept dancing about like some crazy monkey with a cup. For reasons unknown Conor smiled at Rurik and stared at the gray hand that was held out for him at the same as he tried to listen to the words that the male had already spoken.
Halifax? Was this true? Snout suddenly rose to the air as if he was able to smell directions. Halifax was not at all far from Dahlian borders. The long way home would suddenly be a short way home and all he had done was to sit in this boat and get stoned. Very good deal indeed. Quite a bit too late, the boy answered what he realized had been a question. ”Yeah, Dahlia de Mai’s borders are not far from Dahlia.” A moment passed before he realized that he had to correct his sentence. ”Halifax, I mean.” he said, grabbing for Rurik’s hand and slowly – plus very unsteadily, finding his previous spot next to the sailor. The error in his speech was not an affect of the drug; merely his brain mixing about words as it sometimes did with all. Now it was time to try to convince this Rurik Russo that he was not weird even if he hid in small rooms. ”I don’t usually hide around in boats, just so that you know” he explained and gave a lonely wag of his golden tail. ”Thank you for not getting mad.” Oh, if it had been his brown father finding the boy there would have been blood and shouting.
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