[ He nods, and then swims back into Poseidon's palm again, regardless of whether it's extended to him or not. He lays on his side and curls up, hugging the gauntlets tight to his chest.
Guess you gotta carry him back dad. For someone who keeps saying he isn't a guppy anymore he sure likes to be spoiled when it's on his own terms. ]
Poseidon gladly picks Choromatsu up once he's settled into his hand, lifting him up close enough so he can veeeery carefully kiss the top of his head. Then, he turns around and starts to swim back into the upper parts of the reef where the rest of his brothers are no doubt already sleeping, but also probably so out of it that they haven't missed their brother's presence.
It's all in a day's work for Poseidon since those little babies hatched what seems just yesterday...but he has no idea that he's only helped to move along something he never wanted to happen.]
[ Choromatsu groans when he's kissed mostly out of instinct (because "ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad") but otherwise makes no other complaints. His eyes are already shut once he had snuggled his father's hand and they stay closed the whole way. Somewhere along the way he drifts to sleep, still hugging those gauntlets. He doesn't even stir when he's placed with his brothers.
Before Poseidon sets him down though he might notice something sticking out of the back of Choromatsu's sash. ]
[Ever since they were born, Poseidon had set up a very secure place among the maze of coral for his sons to sleep. They slept all in a row in a clamshell lined with all of the soft things he could find, so it was no wonder that most of them would sleep all day if allowed. Before he can get Choromatsu settled, however, he does notice something out of the corner of his eye there...and at first, he wonders if he'd missed an injury. Or maybe one of those seaweed wraps had already started coming loose?
Either way, he carefully uses a finger to lift up the sash a little so he can take a better look.]
[ So uh. That's a handle. A handle that is curved in such a way that even without the sheath hiding the rest of it, it's clear that it belongs to a SICK KNIFE.
And judging by how smooth the material is and how it doesn't appear to be made of rock like something a normal mer might make, it's more than likely a human knife. Of the hunting variety maybe?
[For a long moment. Poseidon just...stares at the object, an object that becomes obviously apparent that it is a knife the longer he examines it. He knows he's too large to be able to pull it from its sheath without waking Choromatsu up, but he doesn't exactly need to, really. Because he's seen plenty of human artifacts. From sunken ships to the things they hunt with...he's seen it all.
It is a very slim chance that Choromatsu would just randomly happen upon a human knife like this, especially since he knows he and the others will sometimes collect shells at the beach, or explore sunken ships. But it would be in worse condition if it came from wreckage...and even then, it doesn't look worn at all. Like it was never exactly lost in the first place.
It's. ...a disturbing revelation, one that shakes Poseidon to the core just moments after he had that heart to heart with his son. Now, he's not sure what to think. But he...no. No, it's not possible. That isn't it. Choromatsu just...found it, somewhere, probably. And though he could take it away now- and probably should- he stops himself from doing so.
No. He will let him sleep. But what Choromatsu has done now is put eyes on himself, having made his father wonder.
Poseidon's tail lashes through the water as he turns and makes for the surface. The people of the city would probably find unusually high tides tonight, for some reason...]
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Guess you gotta carry him back dad. For someone who keeps saying he isn't a guppy anymore he sure likes to be spoiled when it's on his own terms. ]
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Poseidon gladly picks Choromatsu up once he's settled into his hand, lifting him up close enough so he can veeeery carefully kiss the top of his head. Then, he turns around and starts to swim back into the upper parts of the reef where the rest of his brothers are no doubt already sleeping, but also probably so out of it that they haven't missed their brother's presence.
It's all in a day's work for Poseidon since those little babies hatched what seems just yesterday...but he has no idea that he's only helped to move along something he never wanted to happen.]
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Before Poseidon sets him down though he might notice something sticking out of the back of Choromatsu's sash. ]
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Either way, he carefully uses a finger to lift up the sash a little so he can take a better look.]
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And judging by how smooth the material is and how it doesn't appear to be made of rock like something a normal mer might make, it's more than likely a human knife. Of the hunting variety maybe?
Either way it is tucked in there securely. ]
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[For a long moment. Poseidon just...stares at the object, an object that becomes obviously apparent that it is a knife the longer he examines it. He knows he's too large to be able to pull it from its sheath without waking Choromatsu up, but he doesn't exactly need to, really. Because he's seen plenty of human artifacts. From sunken ships to the things they hunt with...he's seen it all.
It is a very slim chance that Choromatsu would just randomly happen upon a human knife like this, especially since he knows he and the others will sometimes collect shells at the beach, or explore sunken ships. But it would be in worse condition if it came from wreckage...and even then, it doesn't look worn at all. Like it was never exactly lost in the first place.
It's. ...a disturbing revelation, one that shakes Poseidon to the core just moments after he had that heart to heart with his son. Now, he's not sure what to think. But he...no. No, it's not possible. That isn't it. Choromatsu just...found it, somewhere, probably. And though he could take it away now- and probably should- he stops himself from doing so.
No. He will let him sleep. But what Choromatsu has done now is put eyes on himself, having made his father wonder.
Poseidon's tail lashes through the water as he turns and makes for the surface. The people of the city would probably find unusually high tides tonight, for some reason...]