Thread: Under the Sea {Paper Mache Banshee and Seraph}

Darrien watched her as he followed her every move. She was being pretty gentle, it made him let out a few chuckles. This is a rather old house I'm guessing. he said, grinning and trying to do what she was doing. He was pretty light cause his bones were like fish bones still, light and bendy. He looked at the door and watched her carefully opening it, making sure she stepped in the right places so she wouldn't fall through the floor. He was suddenly glad he didn't live in a home. He thanked her when she held the door open for him and he stepped inside. It was definatly not what he imagined...it was worse. This house could crumble at any hurricane that could possibly pass by or strong wind. It definatly wasn't a safe place to live. A small, Wow was all he could manage to say for the scene. How long had this house been here? Why hadn't anyone remodled it? It had a wonderful view of the ocean and alot of space to build. He took a few careful steps before the floor creaked, causing him to jump a bit. He looked at the floor with a stern face but it washed away as he looked over to Alex. He had no problems like this where he lived. Only the blasted seals that wouldn't leave him alone were there. When he heard the question he frowned. He really didn't know why he went here when he could just stay at home. It was his favorite spot to be afterall. He tried to think of something to change the subject because he really had no specific reply to that. He could see Alex was trying to see if anyone was home. So obviously she did come here with somebody. Deciding it was rude to make a lady wait for a reply he took a deep breath and tried to think of an answer at the top of his head. Well, my home is all arou--- he paused. I mean, it's all the way on the other side of the planet pretty much. this was getting confusing for him. I erm, I guess I come here because I have nothing better to do and it's quiet. He said, rubbing the back of his neck and messing with his hair. Where I live, I don't really have anybody like you or other h-- people, to be around. Or a house in that fact. I am all natures boy. I come here occasionally just to hang around in the warmer areas for a while. I dunno. he said, struggling to make his point clear. He heard her mumble something but couldn't make it out so he ignored it. It must've not been important if she said it under her breath. Im a swimmer. He said out of the blue after spacing out a bit. He gave up on finding out his reason. He took another step and it went okay. Until he reach about five steps the floor groaned and he tripped over a nail. He was really good with his feet, but if the area was murky he just couldn't shape things out. This was just filled with that atmosphere. He definatly couldn't hang out here long otherwise his scales, which are under his skin, would get covered in the mold and he could be in pain if that happens. He moved over, sitting next to the spot her fell and looking down at his foot that had hit the nail. He was starting to think he should wear shoes. His side of his foot had a small cut and out of it came leaking his bluish green blood. Quickly trying to find a way to hide it, he tore off a bit of his cloth and wrapped it around his foot, tying a nice knot in it. It wasn't normal for humans blood to be that color so he tries his best to not get hurt.