INFATUATION MEANS EVACUATION ☆ spear fishing

[dallas.]

Dallas honestly didn't expect much fuss over him just spearfishing. He especially didn't expect so much fuss that the damn leader of the group he was living in came over. Hell, Dal hadn't even met the guy yet, and he found himself freezing a little when the wolfhound approached. Thankfully, he managed to recover quickly, listening to what Leroy had to say. The area and its tendency to fuck up the wildlife? Damn it, he had went through all this trouble to catch a fish like he had been told, and now it was possible they couldn't even eat it? The shepherd found himself nearly pouting, looking over only when Kaito emerged from the water. He blinked slowly at the feline, slightly stunned by his sudden appearance from the very water he had been fishing in... he supposed it was lucky that he didn't spear through the poor guy's head. A sigh leaving his lungs, the canine nodded before barking, trying to keep the grumble out of his voice, "I didn't realize... 'bout th'fish, I mean. I dunno if there's some way ta tell if they're good're not. Not exactly an expert on fuckin'... whatever this place has goin' on. Th-Thanks for th'good jobs, though..." Dallas found himself looking away a little bit awkwardly, shifting the spear between his paws. He definitely wasn't really used to praise, and to get it from Leroy? That was certainly nice. Coughing a little, he continued, "Er, you, big guy... you're th'big man in charge 'round 'ere, right? I dont think we've met... m'Dallas." That was... about as polite as a greeting you'd be able to get out of the boy.

After that little moment, Dallas prepared to wrench the fish off of the spear to catch another one... only for Kaito to jump back in what could only be described as horror. Dal found himself raising an eyebrow as Kaito rushed down to the other end of the dock, a soft snort leaving him. He refocused on his task, and was just done dropping the catfish down to the dock when Miller approached. Looking up, the canine felt a faint bit of heat on his face, beneath his fur. More praise, great. Taking a deep breath, he mumbled as he listened to what Miller had to say, moving over to the position the older male had indicated, "Opposite side... yeah, alright. Uh, did y'know that these fish are all irradiated 'n' shit? Or do ya have some kinda method t'figure out which ones won't melt our insides?" He didn't really sound annoyed at the task that Miller had given him, just genuinely curious over whether or not Miller had understood the risks involved. For the most part, he was ignoring comments about his injury, trying not to focus on it and let the pain get worse. It was healing, but to say that this wasn't exacerbating it? Well, that would've been a lie.