She stands up and begins to get ready to start to move the boat. At his statement, she looks at him. Well. This stranger was dressed like no other person she’s met before. He acted weirdly. To her, at least.
“Yes. That may be true, I suppose.” She clicks her tongue. “but I haven’t known you that long, so I wouldn’t know.”
He stands up shortly after her. Agreeing with her, he nods. “Same applies to you.”
He helps her move the boat, but he remains silent. Yazov avoids eye contact, though it could be because he’s more focused on looking at his work.
Yazov stands up and waits for her to get onto the boat. He looks at the sky inquisitively.
(Wish I had a meme for all of your roleplays I'm responding to right now)
Yazov steps onto the boat and sits down, unsure of what to say. He feels a little weird without his weapon. His main weapon, anyways. He looks at Tahki, then speaks.
"So..what happened out here..? The history of this place, I mean.." He decided the best thing was to learn more information.
Yazov immediately went on the defensive, but also not to sound aggressive. "I just thought it might be good, just in case we run into anybody." He put out his hands. "Sorry, I mean."
Yazov looks at her, trying to meet her eyes. It's weird, how she seems to not want to look at him. He doesn't ask though.
"Sure, yeah. That's good."
