[answering the unasked question. obviously unasked, since jim doesn't seem to be capable of speaking--obviously his vocal chords have changed as well, which makes sense. speaking underwater would be...well, incredibly difficult, if not impossible. at least the way humans were designed to do it.
the route he can take is much more direct than the one julian has to, picking his way carefully over the rocks so he doesn't slip and crack his head open. it wouldn't put him down for long, but long enough, and he'd really just rather avoid the mess and headache. he hasn't put his shoes back on--in fact, he leaves them up on the shoreline--and when he settles next to jim he spends a few moments fussing with the cuffs of his pants, rolling them before sliding a bit farther down so his feet are in the surf.]
So, as secrets go, we seem to have traded rather large ones.
[ it's a little hard to ask when his vocal cords have changed, yeah.
jim waits, watching him as he makes his way over. he doesn't want julian to hurt himself, so he's patient enough to wait. he chitters in amusement while he fusses with his pants. he gives a shrug and then nods. they have. ]
[he's just generally rather fussy. he'd just rather not get his pants soaking wet, since they're going to have to walk back. presumably. they could stay out here all night, but...
julian looks at jim, obvious fondness and love in his eyes. it's not just anger that the augments feel deeply.]
[ they'll be out there a while. jim won't even change unless he's completely dry, so that will take time unless julian is going to run back and get him a towel. he chirrups, and smiles back at him.
he's only ever felt this way about one other person, and he realized it too late. he doesn't want to make that mistake again. he reaches out, hand open, so that julian can easily avoid his claws. ]
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[answering the unasked question. obviously unasked, since jim doesn't seem to be capable of speaking--obviously his vocal chords have changed as well, which makes sense. speaking underwater would be...well, incredibly difficult, if not impossible. at least the way humans were designed to do it.
the route he can take is much more direct than the one julian has to, picking his way carefully over the rocks so he doesn't slip and crack his head open. it wouldn't put him down for long, but long enough, and he'd really just rather avoid the mess and headache. he hasn't put his shoes back on--in fact, he leaves them up on the shoreline--and when he settles next to jim he spends a few moments fussing with the cuffs of his pants, rolling them before sliding a bit farther down so his feet are in the surf.]
So, as secrets go, we seem to have traded rather large ones.
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jim waits, watching him as he makes his way over. he doesn't want julian to hurt himself, so he's patient enough to wait. he chitters in amusement while he fusses with his pants. he gives a shrug and then nods. they have. ]
Yeah. Just a little.
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julian looks at jim, obvious fondness and love in his eyes. it's not just anger that the augments feel deeply.]
Thank you. For trusting me.
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he's only ever felt this way about one other person, and he realized it too late. he doesn't want to make that mistake again. he reaches out, hand open, so that julian can easily avoid his claws. ]
Thank you.