[ She seems confident enough to stand next to him--he glances at her, sidelong, lips parting as though to tell her she'll probably have better luck going to the other side of the lake, but decides not to bother with it. At this rate, he'll likely help her catch a fish anyway to avoid jumping in the water, but that would be going too easy on her, wouldn't it? Steeling his breath and his smile, he tucks his chin down, eyes on the dip of his line beneath the water. He doesn't even notice that she hasn't done quite as well...
...until he sees that sad little chocobo, floating up on the surface of the water, struggling slightly to cut down into the lake proper.
He takes in a breath. Then another. His shoulders shake, and his line trembles, and then, with laughter warring in his voice: ]
Yeeeeah, you're not really gonna catch anything like that.
[ It's so hard not to laugh, fully, and it takes a long, firm swallow to chase it out of his tone entirely; one of his hands stays steady on his pole, the other reaching over to flick and push at hers, dipping and casting the line out a little further, a little heavier. With one last glance at her lure, as it dips under the water, he returns his hand to his own pole, adjusting it slightly.
He's grateful, at least. That little plop is definitely something he'll be telling Gladiolus about once they get back to the city.
It doesn't take long for there to be a tug on his line--his hand moves to the line, turning it slightly, testing the pressure there as he starts to carefully reel it back; with a slight smile, pleased, he continues reeling once he can tell it hasn't slipped the bait entirely. ]
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...until he sees that sad little chocobo, floating up on the surface of the water, struggling slightly to cut down into the lake proper.
He takes in a breath. Then another. His shoulders shake, and his line trembles, and then, with laughter warring in his voice: ]
Yeeeeah, you're not really gonna catch anything like that.
[ It's so hard not to laugh, fully, and it takes a long, firm swallow to chase it out of his tone entirely; one of his hands stays steady on his pole, the other reaching over to flick and push at hers, dipping and casting the line out a little further, a little heavier. With one last glance at her lure, as it dips under the water, he returns his hand to his own pole, adjusting it slightly.
He's grateful, at least. That little plop is definitely something he'll be telling Gladiolus about once they get back to the city.
It doesn't take long for there to be a tug on his line--his hand moves to the line, turning it slightly, testing the pressure there as he starts to carefully reel it back; with a slight smile, pleased, he continues reeling once he can tell it hasn't slipped the bait entirely. ]
What do you think? A big one?