"I dunno... maybe as much as I do...?"
Ah, of course. Of course Tiwala would constantly feel on edge about proper English word use. Kidlat was in too good a mood to let his sudden, uncomfortable feeling of doubt show as more than a brief flicker across his face, but it was there. He really needed to pay more attention to what spilled out of his mouth with regards to language.
Fortunately it only lasted a second at most before Tiwala returned to jokes. Something about her talking to the tree amused him. She gave him a definition of "skinship," and his thoughts were confirmed...and for some reason, the confirmation caused a little spark to flare up inside him.
"I knew it!" he declared, his grin widening.
"I knew it was something racey, you naughty little lady! And to think..." ...To think what? He tapered off, taking a couple of slow seconds to slow his pace around the tree, to realize what he was saying...and feeling. His cheeks were warm. Why had this excited him so much? Why was his mind entertaining the notion that this was some sort of rule-less game of chase? He slowed to a stop as she backed away to a different tree. Why was his heart thumping so fast?
"Come on Kidlat! I'm the one who wouldn't know some words."
For half a minute there, he had felt playful, free of all thought of boundaries, spurred on by a peculiar passion. But now his brain was overworking itself again, resulting in a behavioral about-face.
"R-right. Uh, sorry." He folded his arms behind his back and looked away from her.
"It's inappropriate for me to be greedy about my word knowledge when you're the one who..." Ah, jeez, now he was just embarrassing himself even more. He felt
shy. How bizarre! He never felt shy, or at least he hadn't thought he did. But he'd crossed some sort of invisible boundary just then, hadn't he? Even aside from that slip-up of a remark about vocabulary, he'd been acting strange. Forward. He wasn't sure what to think. Was it really just Tiwala who had riled him up like this? He didn't want to know what color his face was right now.
Bvvvv. Bvvvv.
That was his journal buzzing at him. Thank goodness, a distraction. He gratefully plucked the book from his neck and hid his face behind the messaging page. This would give him several seconds for the extra color in his cheeks to dissipate.
Koero and I are returning to the Hall. We have two birds, four fish, and several handfuls of berries. Anybody who will be there before us, prep the fire. And sanitize a knife.
The message was from Nimfa. Kidlat's brows went up as he nodded in surprise and appreciation. That was a much better haul for lunch than he would have expected.
"Sounds like the lunch search was lucrative," he muttered, half to Tiwala and half to himself, as he began to write a reply:
Tiwala and I are still here. We'll get a fire going, and our knives should both still be clean.
The message was sent off as he signed it, and he clapped the book closed with an air of satisfaction. A smile was back on his face, but rather than being playful, it was more subdued, proud that the group was working together and making progress. This expedition in an unknown forest was going along swimmingly so far, and he did look forward to getting his stomach to shut up for a while. It had growled at him again. The noise was embarrassing.
Bvvvv. Bvvvv.
What? Bafflement showed on his face, and it took him another second to pull the book back out and flip to the messaging page again. A reply, so soon?
Your concern is appreciated.
He pouted down at Ako's words. Even on paper they oozed sarcasm.
Well, excuse me for making a considerate gesture. Jeez. He closed the book for good this time and hooked his thumbs on his belt.
"Well, I guess we go get a fire going out front," he said, now speaking to Tiwala again.
"Shall we?"