[ Every instinct inside him tells him that letting those inexperienced tendrils bump against and coil in his space is a poor means of self-preservation. Fortunately, the logical side of himself wins out over instinct--a striking difference between himself and his twin.
Rook won't kill him and a little potential maiming doesn't concern him so long as they both can leave this mountain alive. Preferably still able to walk. ]
All of this for bloomed algae? It isn't here, you know.
[ Because while this lake does hold some wonderful algae that he enjoys to use in his terrariums... it's actually a small side pond a little ways off that the hunter is after. While Jade is certain Pomefiore doesn't need a substantial amount for their cause, it's much more amusing to enjoy their frustration from the sidelines. Plus it needed time to bloom and spread before collection. The small bit of it that Jade did attempt to transplant in the lake was taking so much time to bear hypothetical fruit he's already accepted it as a lost cause.
But the lake itself isn't wasted. Jade's tail brushes more firmly against the tentacles to admire their texture before coiling around a few... it isn't octopus, but it's only natural that he'd consider taking a bite. Would the delicate suckers on the edges of them leave welts the same way Azul's would? Could they squeeze him tight enough to make his ribs collapse from lack of room> No... it's more likely they could leave deep, aching bruises though.
His hand extends to rest on Rook's scarred chest, tip of a claw tracing over a mark long healed over. As calm as Jade's expression is, he can feel his cold, slow heart beating faster. Can that tentacle around his hand and wrist feel it? ]
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Rook won't kill him and a little potential maiming doesn't concern him so long as they both can leave this mountain alive. Preferably still able to walk. ]
All of this for bloomed algae? It isn't here, you know.
[ Because while this lake does hold some wonderful algae that he enjoys to use in his terrariums... it's actually a small side pond a little ways off that the hunter is after. While Jade is certain Pomefiore doesn't need a substantial amount for their cause, it's much more amusing to enjoy their frustration from the sidelines. Plus it needed time to bloom and spread before collection. The small bit of it that Jade did attempt to transplant in the lake was taking so much time to bear hypothetical fruit he's already accepted it as a lost cause.
But the lake itself isn't wasted. Jade's tail brushes more firmly against the tentacles to admire their texture before coiling around a few... it isn't octopus, but it's only natural that he'd consider taking a bite. Would the delicate suckers on the edges of them leave welts the same way Azul's would? Could they squeeze him tight enough to make his ribs collapse from lack of room> No... it's more likely they could leave deep, aching bruises though.
His hand extends to rest on Rook's scarred chest, tip of a claw tracing over a mark long healed over. As calm as Jade's expression is, he can feel his cold, slow heart beating faster. Can that tentacle around his hand and wrist feel it? ]
I am afraid you have wasted your time today.