ᴀʀᴛʜᴜʀ ᴄᴜʀʀʏ ⍦ A Q U A M A N (kingofatlantis) wrote in wtnvgame, @ 2021-07-26 22:11:00 |
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"Is this all you do? All day? Every day?" Aside from the initial weirdness when he'd woken up cuffed on the sand wondering what the fuck he'd been drinking the night before, there hasn't exactly been a moment of 'this fishman might kill me', and that's a very new type of relationship with non-human creatures for him.
"How are you not a walking fried shrimp?" All of this sun and water should've caused some kind of issue by now.
"Here, yes," Arthur answered, sitting on the sand. "Back home, not so much. There's less downtime." Usually because King Shark was wreaking havoc on the surface. They weren't his toughest days by any means, but he still found hassle in dealing with Nanaue's inability to just... chill.
"I'm half Atlantean, my biology is much different." He paused thoughtfully. "Why, is it too hot for you?" he questioned with a faint smirk of amusement. It wasn't mean to sound like a challenge but it came out sounding like one.
"Oh, no. No, the heat is not the problem." He was used to heat, used to California summers and desert dry spells. "No, the problem is my former aversion to sunlight hasn't actually burned out of me yet." It wasn't like Hannibal thought he'd combust in the UV light, oh no, he just knew he'd burn a little faster, given the tingle all over his shoulders already. "Half Atlantean is probably the opposite of formerly vampiric."
Maybe he could cajole one of the witches into some kind of super sunblock. "I may also be bored out of my mind."
Arthur considered the idea of messing with Hannibal further - just to hear what ridiculous, but ultimately humorous, comments came from the former vampire’s mouth. But perhaps it was a little too cruel to force him to endure the sun for so long. “We can go indoors, you know, I won’t shrivel up like Spongebob or anything,” he insisted with a faint grin - Nanking on the hopes that the man would catch the reference. “Just keep me hydrated and I’m happy.”
Besides, Arthur honestly wasn’t sure how swimming would work…. He’d be dragging Hannibal around like a human-shaped drift bag. “Feeling hungry?”
"That'd be hilarious, but Mr Crab would probably be a bitch about it." Zoe hadn't been too fussed with watching cartoons, but she got into it when Hannibal actually started dealing with mornings; sitting in the Honeycomb and watching dumb shit with cereal that was only partially laced with blood those first few months when no one trusted Hannibal to leave the base.
"I think we need to go shopping." He had a list, in his head. He was hungry, for actual food and not just snack shit, and definitely not fish. But he wanted to get one of those dumb ass mini fans, sunscreen and an inflatable to fucking drift on. He had no intention on being a fucking prune, but he could deal with floating along in the water if that was what was needed. "I want an awkward new best-buddies montage."
At the mention of shopping he quirked a brow curiously. He figured delivery to the beach was more than doable but he supposed there were things he could get for his apartment to take home later. Arthur let out a laugh at the mental image that Hannibal’s words formed in his mind. “I’ll do skipping and holding hands but I draw the line at JCPenney glamour shots,” he insisted, smirking. Honestly if Hannibal was alright will rolling with the inconvenience, so was Arthur.
“And, perhaps a stop at the beer distributor is in order?” he asked of his new (hopefully) temporary partner. Drinking and swimming, or floating in Hannibal’s case, wasn’t the brightest of ideas but when you were attached to literal Aquaman the dangers kind of neutralized.
"Okay, but can we get make-overs?" At least they had a sense of humour that meshed, if he'd been attached to Blade... well, if that had happened Hannibal is sure his arm would've been cut off 10 minutes after he opened his mouth. "Maybe some edible glitter or something." Although tanning oil would probably cut it.
So, he'd top up his tan, since five years of no sunlight really made a man pale, get some floating on and make a new best friend, even if his new best friend just humoured him. That was not Hannibal's fault. "You think the dollar store has those floating pool tables? Get some dips, some beer, an ice bucket, just float along having a lake-side BBQ, minus the actual BBQ." Frankly, Hannibal didn't care provided he was entertained.
And Arthur was entertaining.