[Okay, even he has to admit the little tuna roll is cute. He's never had an issue with kids so long as they were well behaved and quiet (the exact opposite of himself), and his lip does turn up at the side for a ghost of a second when she looks at him expectantly each time he brings a morsel close to her tank. Good lord, is this what it means to have a pet? N-Not that he'd ever consider her to be - she's half human - but her mannerisms and characteristics remind him of a puppy. She must've been hungry...
Red eyes look her over, taking in her torso and mostly trying to see if she's thinner than she ought to be. Kids are usually kind of pudgy and round...like dumplings, so if she's less squishy, Katsuki might have to really start getting her some more fatty foods to get her weight back. He's no pro, but he knows the nutritional value of pretty much anything he makes, so it won't be hard. The problem is...his tastes run on the hotter side. He's so conditioned to the heat and the flavor that going without just makes certain foods taste bland to him, so that's...going to be a challenge. Ugh.
After hauling anchor and securing a few lines of the sail, Katsuki moves his boat out into deeper water and goes to check on the kid. Good, good, she's asleep. He sighs, taking one of his beach towels - those are usually light, but large - and covers up the tank. He shifts the sail so she's in the shade and the water doesn't get too warm as the day ticks on, then just does his daily tasks. Honestly, he very nearly forgets about her, pulling up his traps and laying out their contents in various buckets, tossing back the catches that are too small to be legal to keep. Yes, ya boy is a law-abiding citizen, thank you. He actually has a decent rapport with the marine pat--]
Shit.
[What if the marine patrol stops him? They usually do, just to do their usualy checks of people's catches to make sure they're not overfishing and catching anything protected, endangered, or too small to keep. If they ask to board his boat, even with how good standing...
He curses, biting his lip, and drags his hands down his face. What the fuck mess did he get himself into?! Now he literally cannot keep her on his boat, and has to find...SOME-FUCKING-WHERE to put her. A warehouse? There's plenty of old and abandoned ones on the pier, but...gangs use them to deal drugs and shit like that sometimes. So that's no good. He can't take her to a fishery, obviously, that's private property...
God. He looks over his shoulder at the tank and groans. There's really no choice, is there? He has to take the little tekkamaki home with him. At least Katsuki knows his parents won't tell a soul, because there's no reason to hide her from them. They will find out, and Katsuki hates to lie, especially to his mom.]
Can't believe I have to-- [Fishing (haha) his cell phone from a drawer in the cabin, he dials a number in it and waits.] ...Oi, hag. Need you and dad to come get me on the pier. Bring the trailer.
[Boy, this is going to be one hell of a conversation.]
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Red eyes look her over, taking in her torso and mostly trying to see if she's thinner than she ought to be. Kids are usually kind of pudgy and round...like dumplings, so if she's less squishy, Katsuki might have to really start getting her some more fatty foods to get her weight back. He's no pro, but he knows the nutritional value of pretty much anything he makes, so it won't be hard. The problem is...his tastes run on the hotter side. He's so conditioned to the heat and the flavor that going without just makes certain foods taste bland to him, so that's...going to be a challenge. Ugh.
After hauling anchor and securing a few lines of the sail, Katsuki moves his boat out into deeper water and goes to check on the kid. Good, good, she's asleep. He sighs, taking one of his beach towels - those are usually light, but large - and covers up the tank. He shifts the sail so she's in the shade and the water doesn't get too warm as the day ticks on, then just does his daily tasks. Honestly, he very nearly forgets about her, pulling up his traps and laying out their contents in various buckets, tossing back the catches that are too small to be legal to keep. Yes, ya boy is a law-abiding citizen, thank you. He actually has a decent rapport with the marine pat--]
Shit.
[What if the marine patrol stops him? They usually do, just to do their usualy checks of people's catches to make sure they're not overfishing and catching anything protected, endangered, or too small to keep. If they ask to board his boat, even with how good standing...
He curses, biting his lip, and drags his hands down his face. What the fuck mess did he get himself into?! Now he literally cannot keep her on his boat, and has to find...SOME-FUCKING-WHERE to put her. A warehouse? There's plenty of old and abandoned ones on the pier, but...gangs use them to deal drugs and shit like that sometimes. So that's no good. He can't take her to a fishery, obviously, that's private property...
God. He looks over his shoulder at the tank and groans. There's really no choice, is there? He has to take the little tekkamaki home with him. At least Katsuki knows his parents won't tell a soul, because there's no reason to hide her from them. They will find out, and Katsuki hates to lie, especially to his mom.]
Can't believe I have to-- [Fishing (haha) his cell phone from a drawer in the cabin, he dials a number in it and waits.] ...Oi, hag. Need you and dad to come get me on the pier. Bring the trailer.
[Boy, this is going to be one hell of a conversation.]