[ oh, that feels weird! iseul's hand is warm against his skin, even through the water, and his brow furrows as he concentrates on moving his leg so he can wiggle against the touch. the idea is still the same as moving his tail, he thinks, and-- oh! he did it.
except his legs moved together, and if he remembers from watching iseul move the other day, they're supposed to move separately, right?
he's focused on trying to get just one leg to move at a time when there's suddenly fabric being draped across him. namu blinks and looks up, startled, looking back and forth between iseul and the shirt he's pressing against him. ]
Why are--?
[ and then he looks closer and he realizes that yes, ok, iseul has an entire layer covering his body and he's not entirely sure why he didn't notice that difference before. maybe he was too enamored with talking with him. but when he blinks down at himself he realizes he doesn't have any of that on, nothing but the pendant really, and he presses his lips together. ]
It will still be, ah. Very difficult to get you to my place, if you'd like to go. But I'd rather you not get into trouble while we're out and you've put in all this effort to come up here!
So, yes, we do cover up. I'm not entirely certain why it is a requirement, though I admit I enjoy fashion. You'll see soon.
( and iseul looks very apologetic. while he does want to really focus on namu's everything, it doesn't seem appropriate just yet. not when there are so many other tourists milling about! this is his mer-friend here! )
You really are very special and very lovely. ( he smiles and slowly gets to his feet, holding his hands out for namu to take. ) Here, let me help you so you can see the world!
[ his eyes lift toward the rocks that people have climbed on, the paths they've taken, and for the first time, he's struck by a wave of apprehension. what if he can't do it? what if he somehow gets iseul in trouble? what if he gets hurt and can never get back to the water like he needs to?
namu looks back at iseul again and takes in a deep breath before he brings his hands up to clasp both of his, using their combined strength to haul him upward--
and he immediately collapses forward with a yelp, arms flailing until they land around iseul securely to hold himself upright.
( iseul didn't think this through either. the shirt he had draped over namu comes tumbling down with him and he obviously opts to throw his arms around namu to keep him upright instead of looking after his modesty. iseul looks down at him bewilderedly
he's so... small and soft. even if iseul isn't a big guy by any means, he still wants to protect him. )
Hold onto me, around my neck, and I'll help you cover up and walk. We can do it. If not, I shall - well, I shall carry you.
[ namu peers up at iseul from where he's plastered against his chest, his eyes almost comically wide as he gets over the fear of the sudden shift in... well, everything. his equilibrium is certainly all out of wack now with his center of gravity drastically changing and he feels so heavy.
he shifts his arms, lifting them up higher around iseul's neck, and he uses the leverage to pull himself upright until he's-- yes, he's definitely standing now. with support, because his legs are still wobbling a little underneath him, but mostly on his own. mostly. ]
Okay I think... I think if I don't move for a moment, you should be able to do what you need to um... cover me up.
Oh, ah - ( iseul sort of... awkwardly leans back to help support namu before gently prying one arm away from his neck to work the shirt around him letting it bunch up before he stretches it out and swings the fabric to drape over namu's shoulders. )
We're nearly there!
( it's a shame he can't enjoy namu's new form more here. but perhaps when they're inside and safe! it takes a few tries for iseul to disentangle their bodies while the shirt keeps dropping down the naked mer's back. but eventually, he is able to repeat the motion, gently sliding the big sleeve over the opposite arm. )
Here, let me turn you around to button it for you.
[ they never have any reason to cover themselves up underwater, after all; the most namu ever wears is jewelry, after all, so all of this... stuff getting put onto his body is a strange new sensation. all of this is nothing but strange new sensations so it's just the standard for him right now.
namu lets his body be manipulated in whatever direction iseul seems fit to put him in, smiling the entire time as he's dressed. by the time both of the sleeves are on he's flopping the one that's been on him longer with a little giggle. the sleeve falls past his fingertips and it's making him laugh. ]
It's like a little tentacle arm.
[ but ok. ok, let him hold still a moment loner so iseul can... button? him. ]
his lips twist into a fond smile as he tries to concentrate on buttoning him up. he's so... small. and adorable. and he looks quite fetching in his shirt. but he really has to focus here! no public indecency today! )
Well, there is certainly more where that came from, ( iseul promises, patting his arm. ) Take my hands now? I can - ah. I can attempt to show you how to walk. ( he pats his back reassuringly, slowly lifting one hand up for namu to take. )
[ the shirt is thankfully just long enough on namu's smaller frame that it hangs down over any bits that might be considered inappropriate for people to look at. now granted, he's not really going to be able to lift his arms, and he'll have to be careful with some steps when they're climbing up the rocks but, for the most part, he's covered.
namu smiles down at himself, his cheeks heating up for reasons he's unsure of. the shirt feels weird, rubs against him in ways he's never experienced before. it's odd, but he doesn't hate it.
he nods and takes hold of the offered hands before taking in a slow breath and exhaling slowly. ]
Just take it slow. I think I'll be able to get it quick enough!
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except his legs moved together, and if he remembers from watching iseul move the other day, they're supposed to move separately, right?
he's focused on trying to get just one leg to move at a time when there's suddenly fabric being draped across him. namu blinks and looks up, startled, looking back and forth between iseul and the shirt he's pressing against him. ]
Why are--?
[ and then he looks closer and he realizes that yes, ok, iseul has an entire layer covering his body and he's not entirely sure why he didn't notice that difference before. maybe he was too enamored with talking with him. but when he blinks down at himself he realizes he doesn't have any of that on, nothing but the pendant really, and he presses his lips together. ]
I see. Humans cover themselves up?
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So, yes, we do cover up. I'm not entirely certain why it is a requirement, though I admit I enjoy fashion. You'll see soon.
( and iseul looks very apologetic. while he does want to really focus on namu's everything, it doesn't seem appropriate just yet. not when there are so many other tourists milling about! this is his mer-friend here! )
You really are very special and very lovely. ( he smiles and slowly gets to his feet, holding his hands out for namu to take. ) Here, let me help you so you can see the world!
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namu looks back at iseul again and takes in a deep breath before he brings his hands up to clasp both of his, using their combined strength to haul him upward--
and he immediately collapses forward with a yelp, arms flailing until they land around iseul securely to hold himself upright.
sort of. ]
I didn't think this through.
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( iseul didn't think this through either. the shirt he had draped over namu comes tumbling down with him and he obviously opts to throw his arms around namu to keep him upright instead of looking after his modesty. iseul looks down at him bewilderedly
he's so... small and soft. even if iseul isn't a big guy by any means, he still wants to protect him. )
Hold onto me, around my neck, and I'll help you cover up and walk. We can do it. If not, I shall - well, I shall carry you.
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[ namu peers up at iseul from where he's plastered against his chest, his eyes almost comically wide as he gets over the fear of the sudden shift in... well, everything. his equilibrium is certainly all out of wack now with his center of gravity drastically changing and he feels so heavy.
he shifts his arms, lifting them up higher around iseul's neck, and he uses the leverage to pull himself upright until he's-- yes, he's definitely standing now. with support, because his legs are still wobbling a little underneath him, but mostly on his own. mostly. ]
Okay I think... I think if I don't move for a moment, you should be able to do what you need to um... cover me up.
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Oh, ah - ( iseul sort of... awkwardly leans back to help support namu before gently prying one arm away from his neck to work the shirt around him letting it bunch up before he stretches it out and swings the fabric to drape over namu's shoulders. )
We're nearly there!
( it's a shame he can't enjoy namu's new form more here. but perhaps when they're inside and safe! it takes a few tries for iseul to disentangle their bodies while the shirt keeps dropping down the naked mer's back. but eventually, he is able to repeat the motion, gently sliding the big sleeve over the opposite arm. )
Here, let me turn you around to button it for you.
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[ they never have any reason to cover themselves up underwater, after all; the most namu ever wears is jewelry, after all, so all of this... stuff getting put onto his body is a strange new sensation. all of this is nothing but strange new sensations so it's just the standard for him right now.
namu lets his body be manipulated in whatever direction iseul seems fit to put him in, smiling the entire time as he's dressed. by the time both of the sleeves are on he's flopping the one that's been on him longer with a little giggle. the sleeve falls past his fingertips and it's making him laugh. ]
It's like a little tentacle arm.
[ but ok. ok, let him hold still a moment loner so iseul can... button? him. ]
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his lips twist into a fond smile as he tries to concentrate on buttoning him up. he's so... small. and adorable. and he looks quite fetching in his shirt. but he really has to focus here! no public indecency today! )
Well, there is certainly more where that came from, ( iseul promises, patting his arm. ) Take my hands now? I can - ah. I can attempt to show you how to walk. ( he pats his back reassuringly, slowly lifting one hand up for namu to take. )
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namu smiles down at himself, his cheeks heating up for reasons he's unsure of. the shirt feels weird, rubs against him in ways he's never experienced before. it's odd, but he doesn't hate it.
he nods and takes hold of the offered hands before taking in a slow breath and exhaling slowly. ]
Just take it slow. I think I'll be able to get it quick enough!