Fish are no different, in his eyes. They’re something mesmerizing about the way they flit through the water, the lighting casting something ephemeral across scaled bodies. Sometimes Connor seems almost enthralled by them, leaning forward and close to the glass, watching them coast by. He hears Ai piping up, pulling his focus away to look at her in this blue-tinted lighting.]
I’d like that.
[At least they’re both enjoying themselves — Connor smiles at her, but then returns his gaze to the tank. Colorful fish swim by, and he wishes, idly, that he could scan them.]
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Fish are no different, in his eyes. They’re something mesmerizing about the way they flit through the water, the lighting casting something ephemeral across scaled bodies. Sometimes Connor seems almost enthralled by them, leaning forward and close to the glass, watching them coast by. He hears Ai piping up, pulling his focus away to look at her in this blue-tinted lighting.]
I’d like that.
[At least they’re both enjoying themselves — Connor smiles at her, but then returns his gaze to the tank. Colorful fish swim by, and he wishes, idly, that he could scan them.]
They’re very colorful, aren’t they?