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[Dawali Amara]

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The dark dame approved of his suggestion, and smiling, Dawali grabbed a fish with his already outstretched hand, stood up and tossed it at the great whale. It didn't look as if Utriu reacted to the gesture, and for a few seconds after the splash of the fish landing, he didn't move, although his eyes did. Then came a sharp movement, not large, but it was there, and Dawali assumed the fish had been consumed. As he watched the beast more, he could see some of the outline of the great body underwater, and he quickly concluded that he didn't want anything to do with him should he have a bad day. A massive creature, and with markings that were quite original, Dawali thought. The black and white was clear as day, as if someone had reached down and and painted them on with as sharp lines as they possibly could. Some of the white around his mouth even made him look as if the great fish was smiling, but he didn't seem comfortable lifting his head that high into the air, so it wasn't visible much. Quite understandable, as he was an inhabitant of the wet element, and not land. Turning back to Ember, Dawali was very excited about the creature, although remained calm, still with a smile on his face. When presented with the question, Dawali felt a heat reach his face. He did not blush fully, but a slight stress of his muscles, perhaps, would be the way to describe it. Suddenly shy, he did not know how to answer her. Fishing or tending the fire? The fire was easy, and since he was the one sort of intruding on her, he would very much like to contribute more than the simple task of feeding material to the flames. However, she was holding a device which he did not know how to work, and he was truly uncertain about how it could even catch fish. One arm was lifted, elbow pointing to the skies as he scratched the back of his neck, looking at the pole uncertainly. Ehm... And suddenly he did not feel as natural anymore. He'd always been like that. If he found something to focus on, a task or something like that, he didn't feel as uncomfortable, but when the situation became reduced to simply being social, all his clumsiness and uncertainty was consuming him again. Oh why couldn't everyone just be male? It'd be so much easier, except for love relationships. But he had no need for one of that kind right now, so that settled itself rather nicely. Giving up trying to find a solution to his problem, Dawali visibly released his tension, arm racing down again to hang at his side, and both shoulders racing downwards as he sighed. He wasn't even aware of how he'd raised the shoulders, but he found that if he got stressed, they did it by themselves. Looking at the femme apologetically, he vaguely motioned towards the device and tried to explain. I... don't know how to use that.. stick there. A dashing choice of words. He had always been terrific like that.. We've just always used nets.

Awesome sexy table and avatar by Kat!

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