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[from inside;]

What, did you run?

[finally coming in and nudging the door closed behind him.] No, I jumped the rails like usual.

[just
just rolls his eyes

yuma may notice how barebones the apartment is - barely lived in, no real life to it, just minimal furniture and that's kind of it]

Oi, here.

[throws the plush towards him!]

[the orca catches him looking, so it bops against yuma's face and then fumbles from one hand to the other before he gets a hold on it.

why do we trust this kid to have coordination enough for free running, again?]

How come you don't want it?

[we don't
we really don't]

Why would I want it?

It's cute. Pretty soft, too... [turning it around in his hands for examination, yes.] And it's got an adorable face. Somethin' about it must have reached out to you.

[because why else would shark get it in the first place??]

[sighs]

I had to buy it. It was the condition of entry.

[despite that, he kind of... frowns at it... turns his head... frowns some more
but it's not a fish so whatever right]

But Shark-- [he is
yes
hiding his face behind the whale and fussing with its fins as if it were swimming
deepening his voice
being the orca

yuma] --didn't we have fun there together?

[YUMA

after a moment of just complete silence shark finally stops staring at how ridiculous that looks and speaks up]

I got followed by the fish wherever I went. It was weird.

[...but still sort of fun but like he's going to actually admit that

walks over and plucks the orca out of yuma's hands

stares at it]

[lets go immediately, allowing the orca to return to shark's possession. he's trying to restrain himself from smiling (too broadly).

maybe deep down, shark doesn't actually want to part ways with it.]

‹small›[there's a moment where a few different emotions pass over shark's face - most of them falling under the umbrella of ¨confusion¨ - before he sets the orca back onto the counter.]‹/small›

If you didn't want it, you could have just said so.

[yuma turns his face away from shark, and bodily follows that avoidance. looking out the main room window, he lets himself smile.

it's really nice having shark around... but there's no need to let him know how much yuma missed him. he doesn't want to get punched again!]

Me? Heh, I'm just not the kinda guy to get between someone and their whales.

This could end badly for it, though.

[smirks.]

Sharks are known to kill whales, after all.

No way! [he spins on his heel, looking surprised and just a tiny bit scandalized.

for all the documentaries astral has made yuma watch, food chain cycles have mostly escaped his notice.]

It's true. Slowly and painfully.

[i mean, sharks don't kill orcas because orcas are even worse than sharks, but yuma doesn't need to know that part.]

[and over to the counter and snatching the orca
holding it a little protectively and giving shark the leery eye.]

Well then maybe I should take 'em!

[crosses his arms
raises his chin

defiantly glares back!!]

Maybe you should.

[holding his ground!!

the absurdity of arguing with shark over custody of a plush toy is not one yuma recognizes, but he does know that shark probably isn't going to kill a stuffed animal. it would get everywhere!]

But in a fight between you two, I don't think you'd win!

[stumbles

really. really]

Idiot, that's what you thought of?!

[what
gesturing with the orca.]

What else'm I supposed to?

Of course I would win. What did I just tell you?

No way! Against anyone else it's for sure, but not this time!

Well if you don't think I could beat it, then it's definitely not safe for you to have it.

I don't pick fights with whales.

Maybe you wouldn't have to. Orcas are hunters too.

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