"So I️ was right, huh? That is what that means?"
He grins with a sense of accomplishment after she pops back up through the waves at his beating on the bottom of the boat.
But then she starts poking and prodding, and she seems like she's trying to say something, but Shand has never been good at reading lips. She's looking at his shoulder, where the red cut is visible through the thin, ratty old shirt and he nods in understanding.
"Ohhh, yeah, it's just a cut. Sometimes the nets get really heavy and pull us around and the rope can cut when it drags across your skin. It happens all the time, it's fine."
He waves her off, seeing how she pulls back whenever he reacts to the pain.
"With all the saltwater though, they always clear up super fast. A few days, really."
He smiles, like he's still in awe and will never get over everything amazing about saltwater, like he wants to jump in and never get back out like her.
But she's still staring at his face, her head tilted to the side in confusion. She's even touching her own cheeks now, trying to communicate.
He reaches up to touch his cheeks, not understanding, and when his fingertips press into the skin, and his fingertips feel so cool and his face feels on fire, he finally gets it.
"Ahhhhh. Okay, yeah, I'm super red."
He laughs a little bit, slightly embarrassed but his blush can't show anyway.
"I️ stay pretty sunburnt, occupational hazard I️ guess. A lot of the other guys slather themselves up with zinc oxide on days it's going to be really bad, but."
He shrugs his shoulders, redistributing his weight in the rowboat and making it bob a bit, and Luna with it, rested on the side.
"Just between you and me, it's really expensive, plus it looks and smells gross, so it's a lose all around."
He leans in and winks at her as he talks, like he really is sharing a secret.
He grins with a sense of accomplishment after she pops back up through the waves at his beating on the bottom of the boat.
But then she starts poking and prodding, and she seems like she's trying to say something, but Shand has never been good at reading lips. She's looking at his shoulder, where the red cut is visible through the thin, ratty old shirt and he nods in understanding.
"Ohhh, yeah, it's just a cut. Sometimes the nets get really heavy and pull us around and the rope can cut when it drags across your skin. It happens all the time, it's fine."
He waves her off, seeing how she pulls back whenever he reacts to the pain.
"With all the saltwater though, they always clear up super fast. A few days, really."
He smiles, like he's still in awe and will never get over everything amazing about saltwater, like he wants to jump in and never get back out like her.
But she's still staring at his face, her head tilted to the side in confusion. She's even touching her own cheeks now, trying to communicate.
He reaches up to touch his cheeks, not understanding, and when his fingertips press into the skin, and his fingertips feel so cool and his face feels on fire, he finally gets it.
"Ahhhhh. Okay, yeah, I'm super red."
He laughs a little bit, slightly embarrassed but his blush can't show anyway.
"I️ stay pretty sunburnt, occupational hazard I️ guess. A lot of the other guys slather themselves up with zinc oxide on days it's going to be really bad, but."
He shrugs his shoulders, redistributing his weight in the rowboat and making it bob a bit, and Luna with it, rested on the side.
"Just between you and me, it's really expensive, plus it looks and smells gross, so it's a lose all around."
He leans in and winks at her as he talks, like he really is sharing a secret.