STAY IN YOUR LANE BOY || sand dollar collecting

[Seakit Roux.]

IF MY LIFE IS GOING

TO MEAN ANYTHING,

I HAVE TO LIVE IT

MYSELF.

tiguar . young . he/him
demigod of the deep

Seapaw's dual-shaded gaze fell on his mother and get greeted her with a wave of his massive tail. He used a paw too quickly usher her over, pointing at the singular perfect sanddollar at his feet. It was only a few inches wide but, perfect none the less. "I managed to find a perfect one!" he said proudly, looking up at her and hoping for some kind of positive reaction.

His head would turn as Roan approached, a small touch of apprehension hitting as the faint scent of death wafted towards him. It was something that he was much too familiar with and he didn't appreciate the way it lingered in his cousins odd pelt. "It was super hard too find! Sometimes I would even think I found one and I'd pull it out of the sand and it would be missing a chunk!" he cried, a touch dramatic. He would make a goofy face at Roan before looking at his approaching great-aunt. At her question he would thoughtfully tilt his head, thinking about it. "Nope! I'll keep this one but, I'll return the other ones! Did ya know that crabs will eat them? It's good for 'em!" he gestured at the broken pile. "Unless you want some of them?" he asked, looking at the ocelot thoughtfully.