Who:
purplebiker and
buildsm00chbotsWhat: Playing with the dolphins. No, really.
When: About an hour after
this conversation.
Where: The swimming pool!
Warnings: Caution: Log may contain sweat.
He was not the average thirteen-year-old boy.
To begin with, his skin was a chalky shade of gray; and a pair of horns adorned his head, one in tact, one broken. His ears were pointed like a stereotypical Christmas elf's, his hair was long and black and fell just past his shoulders, and at slightly under 175 cm tall, his build resembled a teenager's more than a preteen's. Broken sunglasses sat over his eyes, odd blue scratches beneath them where the frames had (probably) cut lines into his face.
He stopped and stared at the enormous saltwater pool. The "purple" human (but not purple-blooded)--Richezza--he was supposed to be around here somewhere. He had mentioned riding on dolphins. Ridiculous as that sounded, Equius recalled from his first conversation with Aradia on board the Thor that there were, in fact, dolphins in this pool.
(And she seemed to like them. Go figure.)
"...Hello?"
Equius peered.