[ alex isn't dumb. he's not, okay? he doesn't need to speak selkie to know that bean doesn't like him very much. actually, the majority of their little traveling party doesn't seem to like him that much. alex can't blame them, he guesses; he is a walking, talking representation of everything that's ever caused them any trouble. at least quinn seems to be sort of warming to him in her "i actually don't give a shit either way" sort of way.
it's been a particularly low day for the group, and alex had been paying more attention to the street than he had to his fellow party members; it wasn't until they were all halfway down the street that he noticed bean had stopped to look at a busker with a dog. the dog was balancing a ball on his nose, happily barking and bouncing it up and down, and alex watched her stare at it, saw the look on her face.
of course, she's a seal. people can't really do that, can they?
so it's at dinner that night that he comes over and sits next to bean by their campfire. there's no prelude considering they don't really speak each other's language, but he sits down and holds out a metal spoon, showing it to her.
then, alex breathes on it, picks it up, and puts it on the tip of his nose.
holding it there for a second, he pulls his hands away and then looks cross eyed down at it. a magic trick with no magic--it's no ball, but it's a start, right? ]
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it's been a particularly low day for the group, and alex had been paying more attention to the street than he had to his fellow party members; it wasn't until they were all halfway down the street that he noticed bean had stopped to look at a busker with a dog. the dog was balancing a ball on his nose, happily barking and bouncing it up and down, and alex watched her stare at it, saw the look on her face.
of course, she's a seal. people can't really do that, can they?
so it's at dinner that night that he comes over and sits next to bean by their campfire. there's no prelude considering they don't really speak each other's language, but he sits down and holds out a metal spoon, showing it to her.
then, alex breathes on it, picks it up, and puts it on the tip of his nose.
holding it there for a second, he pulls his hands away and then looks cross eyed down at it. a magic trick with no magic--it's no ball, but it's a start, right? ]