A small bronze box washes ashore. While it's an odd bit of cargo to wind up overboard, it looks perfectly innocuous, if sturdy and water tight.
Then the box drags itself further inland, and opens.
Inside is an amulet, resting comfortably on a tidal map. Next to it (her actually, thank you) is a compass. She's in the right area, she thinks, but sailing's hard enough even when one's vessel isn't a literal box thrown into the ocean, she's probably not quite where she intended to be just yet.
"Well, I found my way into this shirt, and it is definitely not the first time I've worn one, so it follows that I should be able to get rid of it."
"I can't fault your logic, really. It checks out." She's smiiiiiling at him. ".... Um. May I, um. ... Pet your hair?"
Viego tries to keep the smirk and once again he is glad of no longer being made of biology.
"You may," he replies.
"Eee!" So she reaches up to gently pet him, looking like she might burst from delight.
"Your hair is very soft," she tells him seriously, in a stage whisper.
She lets out a little self conscious giggle.
“Sorry, was that too weird?” she says, withdrawing her hand.
“Oh! Um. Well, good. I mean if being adorable is a desirable - I’m being silly, you clearly like me, I’m sorry, I’m nervous!”
"Do I? I mean, I do, but I'm now wondering what gave me away." He runs a lazy finger up and down her spine as he says that.
She gives a little whimpery squeak and jumps just a bit.
“….. I’m on your lap!!!” she points out, with a little nervous giggle. “I mean I don’t think I would be here if you didn’t like me, you’d just, um, done polite kingly social maneuvering and I would be elsewhere. Probably just not hugged me? That would have been a good opening.”
"I see. I'll keep that in mind for next time. Do not hug the beautiful spirit you're interested in."
Oh wait what is his mouth doing ahahahahah here's some spirit wine.
“It’d be a solution if you didn’t want to touch me! And I mean you don’t have a handy ‘I would like to stop having a body and/or physical sensations’ thing like I do, so.”
She doesn’t know where that ‘so’ is supposed to lead, really. She’s not sure why she’s telling him trivia about herself, either. Social is hard and this is confusing and she’s on his lap and he keeps touching her and it’s the best.
Viego is having some thoughts.
One of the thoughts he's having is that it seems that somehow... he is... not the one who is fumbling the most with words here?
What in the fuck.
"...and/or?"
"Oh I don't - need to feel things? Even if I have a body. All physical sensations are as optional for me as the body is. I guess I could be caught off guard by something and briefly feel something I don't want to, but, um. I can just turn that off at any time."
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