Alphonse!
Alt thinks aloud as they swim. "I haven't ever tried fishing–well, in the traditional way at least!" It dips its head beneath the water, looking around some more before surfacing. "I used to just... grab the fish. And then eat them! It was refreshing, how they writhed in my mouth. Familiar!"
[jeremy listens, smiling. he understood completely—not about the never having gone fishing bit, but the eating them raw, and the way it felt.]
“y’know, i ain’t ever tried grabbin’ em before, but—“
[a flash of a memory. yep.]
“—even before i knew i was all. y’know. i’d reel em in and just fucking. bite into em. god, what a feeling.”
[he stops, treading water above a reef, the sand around it covered in wavy green sea grass.]