azlariel:

syx-blue:

With the net brought up to where he stood in the shallows, Minion crouched and looked at his catch. A mix of Salmon and Trout of varying sizes, he patted the side of the net happily, “You’ll all be delicious.”

Swinging a carrying chest from his back, Minion set about fishing them out of the net and packing the wiggling fish into the chest to take home. As he didn’t see anyone around to protest the action, he opened the done in the top of his suit and dropped one of the smallest fish into the dome with him. The fish only had a moment to panic in disorientation before Minion’s large teeth closed on it. He munched happily as he finished packing his haul up.

He recognized that voice. Or at least, Azlariel thought he did, some subtle differences even the difference of hearing it from a distance couldn’t have caused. That familiarity is enough to have him venturing closer, coming ashore some distance away and hopefully out of sight.

Trying to keep his steps sure, there’s still the sound of rocks shifting under his feet.

With his singing, it took Minion awhile to notice anything. He probably still wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for his suits high tuned sensors. Without changing his suit from the task he was working on, Minion spun around in his dome. He stuck out the teeth of his lower jaw as he hummed thoughtfully, tracking the sound the suit had picked up on and peering in that direction.