Honestly, Lars, you're lucky something didn't pinch you; that's karma. Lars shakes off his hand, eyes wide, looking freaked out. The shrimp gently drifts away, seeming a lot more unbothered than Lars, and then he gathers his wits back up to address Steven.
"Lucky you seem t'be havin' fun."
Lars feels kind of tangled up, inside; he wants to like, check on Steven, but he seems to be doing okay. There's stuff he feels, and wants to say, kind of—but as usual, whatever niceties he's capable of are getting smothered by his own ego and anxiety. Nice.
But... there is a pause, and Lars rubs the back of his neck, glancing off at nothing in particular. The shrimp he shook off is climbing a current in his peripheral.
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Honestly, Lars, you're lucky something didn't pinch you; that's karma. Lars shakes off his hand, eyes wide, looking freaked out. The shrimp gently drifts away, seeming a lot more unbothered than Lars, and then he gathers his wits back up to address Steven.
"Lucky you seem t'be havin' fun."
Lars feels kind of tangled up, inside; he wants to like, check on Steven, but he seems to be doing okay. There's stuff he feels, and wants to say, kind of—but as usual, whatever niceties he's capable of are getting smothered by his own ego and anxiety. Nice.
But... there is a pause, and Lars rubs the back of his neck, glancing off at nothing in particular. The shrimp he shook off is climbing a current in his peripheral.
"Guess you're feelin' better, then."