[Ah, no answer. That's fine. Steinbeck already has plenty of experience under his belt with people that are more reticent than not - Lovecraft, his partner of few words, would only sometimes offer a low noise of dissatisfaction for Steinbeck to decode to understand his many moods. And honestly, after all that, he can't blame him.]
[The sight isn't new. Or, well, it isn't new, but its new in this light - no glow here, but he recognizes the landmarks all the same even with a new tint. He watches, silently, with lips pursed, and then the man tips backwards. He naturally rushes forward, a little worried despite himself, but it seems the man has got this under control for now.]
[But Kaspar is no Lovecraft, water-breathing and all. And the invitation doesn't go unmissed. He would hardly want to play lifeguard on the land here - and so, with a little quirk of a grin, he starts to unbutton his shirt, unzip his pants, discarding his clothes in a heap next to the other's before he moves. The air feels cool against his bare skin, cupping worn areas like an embrace. He won't wait.]
[Steinbeck moves to jump in, making sure he doesn't land directly on Kaspar. A splash of water comes up, and a splash precedes his face breaking the surface, blonde hair plastered wet against his cheeks.]
[He'll be patient, waiting for Kaspar to make a move, but for now, he's here to offer company, even if its silent.]
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2023-01-30 19:27 (UTC)[The sight isn't new. Or, well, it isn't new, but its new in this light - no glow here, but he recognizes the landmarks all the same even with a new tint. He watches, silently, with lips pursed, and then the man tips backwards. He naturally rushes forward, a little worried despite himself, but it seems the man has got this under control for now.]
[But Kaspar is no Lovecraft, water-breathing and all. And the invitation doesn't go unmissed. He would hardly want to play lifeguard on the land here - and so, with a little quirk of a grin, he starts to unbutton his shirt, unzip his pants, discarding his clothes in a heap next to the other's before he moves. The air feels cool against his bare skin, cupping worn areas like an embrace. He won't wait.]
[Steinbeck moves to jump in, making sure he doesn't land directly on Kaspar. A splash of water comes up, and a splash precedes his face breaking the surface, blonde hair plastered wet against his cheeks.]
[He'll be patient, waiting for Kaspar to make a move, but for now, he's here to offer company, even if its silent.]