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[ Logan, for his own part, is trying to fish by stabbing the water when he sees it moves. This isn't generally productive, but eventually he gets one thing. It's large, it's furry and it lived under the water with a very flat mouth. He kind of raises it up on his claws and looks at it with an odd look.

Why does it have fur? What the hell is it? It blinks at him a few times before expiring gladly. ]

[Alivian happens to be surfaced when he sees Logan catch such a weird thing. With the workout he's gotten by swimming, his filter is... lower. He makes a stupefied face at the fish-thing.]

The fuck is that?

[Hold on a moment while he tips his head to empty his ears again.]

[ He laughs at the unexpected comment. He's talked to him enough by now to know he doesn't generally swear. They've gotten to know each other quickly, kind of like a trial by fire, though obviously there's still much to learn. ]

The hell if I know. It was the only thing I could stab.

[ He shrugs a shoulder. ]

Guess it was slow.

Hmmm.

[It takes him a minute to empty his ears on his own, and then wades out of the water to give the fish-thing a closer look, both ears tilting sideways.]

Wonder if other seasons in this place means it gets cold, or... could be a shelter for a symbiotic pair.

[Not that it matters; they're likely going to eat it anyway, unless it's absolutely putrid.

[He makes a note to make the spear they need for Logan, instead. Or hell, make two if there's enough to work with.]

Do we need any more fish than this?

Other seasons? Like hell. [ Logan scoffs. ] The weather doesn't change, the seasons don't change. I've been here awhile and I haven't seen it.

[ It was just odd, it boggled logic, but that was what this place was in its core. ]

Probably not. I didn't catch as much as you, but it's bigger.

[ And gross looking. And slimey. And - yeah. He's definitely touching it last. ]

Strange.

[That's all there is to it. It's strange, but he's willing to take Logan's word at face value.

[Reaching out, he pokes some parts of the fish, brow furrowing (and his glare very slightly upticks in intensity.) The slimy texture definitely is... not pleasant. As soon as he pulls his touch away from it, the additional pressure vanishes.]

Want me to prep the big one? I'm curious about it.

[He honestly doesn't mind even though he has decided that he doesn't like its texture. Maybe it will actually taste decent?? And studying its anatomy will also give him a better guide as to where to stab it if he fishes with a spear.]

Be my guest.

[ Logan immediately tries to hand it over, figuratively washing his hands completely of the thing. And then literally, dipping his hands and claws into the water before retracting them. He doesn't want to get any of that nastiness into his body, thanks. He'll probably try to refuse to eat it even when prepared, too. ]

I'll get the rest. Show off a little.

[Makes sense, given that the claws retract where they do. Still, he watches where they fade into again, and then turns to the dead, slimy, furry fish-thing in his hold. A minor sense of revulsion hits him, and he wonders if Liora would feel the same if she saw this thing.

[Checking its mouth to see if he needs to be careful of its teeth, he holds the thing by its lower jaw and shoves part of it back into the water to try to scrub off the slime and check its fur. No hidden passengers in that pelt, at least.

[Unlike how Logan has claws to work with, Alivian just has his teeth.

[Once he's satisfied enough with however slime-free it's going to get, he sets about opening up the lower part of the fish. With his teeth.

[Whatever "taste" it has doesn't even register to his tongue, thankfully, and he's able to carefully open it up the rest of the way with careful movements of his fingers.

[It stinks worse once it's opened; Alivian chalks it up to the digestive tract, and doesn't waste further time in working to prep it a little more. What scales it has are difficult to get off barehanded, though.]

Incoming stinkbomb, Logan.

[Still, he works without cease in the hopes that once it's fully prepped, it won't stink as bad.]

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Ugh.

[ Logan gives the fish a Look that implies he's looking down on it for all its life choices, as these obviously led to stinking so much. Or being so ugly. Or being furry. He shakes his head and sets to work on the normal ones. ]

How can you stand that?

Because it's necessary. If any part of it is useful now that it's dead, it's worth giving it that chance. It could be important to this lake's ecosystem, or any number of things, while it was alive.

[Needing a different sight than the fish, Alivian looks up at Logan next, brow furrowed from being so close to the stench. It's... hard to describe.]

If I threw it away now, it would be wrong.

...Well. Unless it's somehow diseased, or it would harm us to use it. I couldn't get that sort of hint from biting it. Then again, my mouth is meant to filter out some... tastes. Don't ask.

[His mouth twitches up at the corner, and he pauses a moment to use the back of his hand to rub his nose, before sniffing some particularly stinky part in his hand and tossing it away back into the water with a hard click of his tongue. Maybe the other fish will eat it.]

Not like... tasting your blood in my mouth, at least.

[Briefly, his head flits back over to then, wrapped up in Logan with a mouth full of blood, head full of clouds, with every thought blissfully silent and his whole body singing in ways he never knew it could, and aching in new, wonderful ways. He has to take a deep breath (of stinky fish, ugh) but even that doesn't stop his skin from pricking up in gooseflesh from the memory. He shifts a little, bruised hips still aching from where Logan held him.

[Is he still into that, surprisingly? Yeah. Fuck, yeah.

[He drapes his tail over his lap. Gods, gods he's not the only one who wants to touch and be touched more, now that he knows what it's like.]

[ Why are they still naked, it isn't helping, he can see all those bruises and they're fucking appealing the way he knows he did that. He needs to wash the clothes, not prepare his own fish. But he's already gotten into one task and can't stop it. So he just takes a deep breath, shakes his head, and tries to concentrate.

Fails, but tries. ]

It could still be poison, even without being diseased to itself.

[ He doesn't ask about the blood. It's common sense it could taste off, considering what's wrong with him. ]

[Alivian doesn't care that they're still naked. It's better than throwing on clothes when he doesn't want to. Hopefully Logan doesn't throw his coat in the water, though. It's still clean and the notebook inside will get wrecked in the process (to say nothing of the medicine tin in the other pocket.)]

That's why the plan is to strip it of anything particularly suspect and cook the rest.

Next case scenario? Snare bait.

Worst case that it is actually poison and I'm about to eat it if it doesn't smell awful when cooked.

[Self-preservation? What's that? Don't know her.]

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There's the other fish. [ Logan is dry in time when he points this out. He's efficient as he prepared them and is soon finished getting them ready to cook - he has had 200 years to practice this, after all. ] Let the guy with the healing factor eat the possible poison.

[ He doesn't need self preservation, especially when he can force it in someone else by not having it himself. ]

[The quip gets a reflexive eye squint in Logan's direction, but he honestly can't counter that. He lets out a little huff - like something a put-out cat would do than a wolf.]

Of course I plan on eating my share of the other fish.

[A beat, his ears slightly airplaning.]

...I don't plan on actually swallowing anything from this thing if it doesn't taste right. Hopefully, the same goes for you.

[ Why is that huff so funny yet so appealing? Logan has to wonder what's wrong with himself. He shouldn't be getting attracted to dumb, random crap like that. Damn. ]

I think if I did, I'd vomit and it wouldn't look or smell pretty.

[ He considers what to do next. ]

I'm going to wash the clothes, then one of us can make a fire, unless we want to haul all of this back.

It'll be fine out here. Just... don't touch my coat. It got washed yesterday. The wool lining gets particularly heavy when wet, and tedious to dry. And I'll complain especially hard at you if my notebook and medicine get wet.

[He makes a face at the fish he's still dealing with, does his best to clean out some of the blood with some of the stream water, and then decides that it's good enough. It doesn't stink as much now that at least one source of it's close to the bottom of the lake by now.]

This thing's less smelly now, at least. I can make the fire momentarily. Safer not to drag the scent of food back to that house when viable. At least over here, stuff can be safely abandoned in an emergency.

[While he does bring the fish(?) over, he pointedly sets it down a bit further away from the safer-smelling fish, and then takes a moment to clean his hands back off in the water, his shoulders relaxing a bit more as the smell dissipates somewhat from his skin.

[From there, he starts work on the fire - surrounding the site with rocks to prevent its spread, and then moving around to gather up enough scraps and kindling to get it going, before working to start the flame with the intent on sparking a pair of rocks onto tinder. He's efficient, and his movements far less cautious compared to when he's worn the mask.

[He's pointedly ignoring how he feels a certain something starting to leak out of him and down his thighs. It's, fortunately, not too different from when he uses a lot of lube and that comes out. But oh-- he can smell Logan's more carnal scent with it.

[He moves his tail to hide it from immediate view, not that it does anything for the scent.

[He just has to not think about it. Don't think about it. Nope. Don't think about it (he's thinking about it.)]

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You think I would risk your medicine? [ Logan gives him a Look. ] Come on.

[ He busies himself enough with the clothing - avoiding the coat, of course - that he doesn't pay attention to Alivian at first. But when he's done, and approaches him, he notices his own scent first off. It takes him by surprise, though he feels he should have expected it. He directly did that, after all. ]

....do you need help cleaning that out?

[ Oh, everything about his more animal side is yelling at the idea of erasing any mark he put on him, including this. ]

Hm? Uh...

[Before he can even reply, his heart starts to pound and the tips of his ears turn pink. Even his cock gives an interested twitch. His tone, however, is pretty nonchalant.

[His face? Hell no. It's redder than his ears!]

I was planning on digging it out after I get this going.

[He's got some embers going that he's doing his best to shelter from any touches of wind until it can catch more. Perhaps some of the tinder is a bit damp from its proximity to the lake.]

...I suppose if I miss anything, I could use the help? If.. you want to.

[Does he need it? No. Would he like it? Yes.]

I'll help.

[ He probably shouldn't. Certainly it will lead to something else. But he's getting tired of looking at this man, naked, and denying himself in favor of other things. There just doesn't seem to be a point to it anymore.

Yes, self sufficiency, eating, cleaning - but Alivian is appealing and right in front of him. ]

...do your hips hurt?

[ He's looking at them very specifically, the bruises he left. ]

Mm.

[His ears tilt as he considers how to answer, and his tail gives a very small twitch upward at the base, but doesn't quite settle back down.]

...It's a good ache.

[His ears are still pink.]

I like it. For its own sake.

[Fortunately, the fire starts to take full hold at last, and Alivian takes a moment to survey his work before carefully setting another scrap of lumber into the pile. Once done, he shifts a bit to look over at Logan, a thoughtful expression on his flushed face.]

Isn't it... not so different from you?

...I enjoy that sort of shit too much, if you mean liking pain.

[ But he likes that it's a good ache. It stops him from thinking he shouldn't do it again. ]

If the fire is done, we should.

[ He gestures, then realizes he cannot stop from touching him for even one more minute and grabs for his hand. It's a small contact, but it's something. ]

...Mm. Yeah, it's.. it's done.

[Alivian starts to move, but hesitates, accepting Logan's reach for his hand. They're both different, now that he's really looking. His own are long and tapered, their backs marked by prominent veins. Logan's are broader, their backs much hairier than his own.

[He squeezes their hands, and uses it to let Logan move them where he wants them to go.]

How do you want me?

[Oops, it sounds lewder than he means it.]

[ Logan looks at him with a hard look, and can't help but answer it the way it sounded, rather than the way it was intended. God. ]

Any way you'll give yourself to me.

[ Dammit. ]

[That. Just gets another little put-out huff, but the way Alivian looks at him? It's... softer. Searching.]

Not what I meant, and I'm certain you know it. That is a dangerous answer.

[His tone is gentle, if anything. He gives their joined hands a squeeze, lingering with the pressure, more along his first knuckles, and far gentler further along his fingers.

[Rather than judging, he simply observes, trying to piece together the puzzle that is Logan.

[Gods know whatever makes that response so tempting, makes his instincts want it. It couldn't possibly be the touch starvation. The desire for any attention that doesn't hurt. If that's all there is to it, he can't afford to get closer. For both their hearts' sake.]

Not what you meant. But it's what I want you to mean.

[ Any form of touch is not helping at this point. When Logan works up and denies himself, it never goes well, eventually he breaks. That man, breaking to hormones, is what's happening now. He huffs in exasperation at himself. ]

I'm fine with danger, if it means getting close to you.

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