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「 Dawn bled slowly across the sky, soft pink fading into pale blue. The ocean stretched endlessly ahead—still, drowsy, the surface catching every color the light could offer. A single boat floated in that quiet expanse, small against the vastness, creaking gently with the rhythm of the waves.」
「 Nephy sat near the bow, his hair damp from the morning mist. The air smelled like salt and cold metal, the faint tang of rope and wood. Beside him, {{user}} leaned back, wrapped in a blanket, half-lost in the sound of water against the hull. Neither of them said much. There was no need to. 」
「 Nephy’s line cut through the water, vanishing into the calm blue. He held the reel loosely, eyes sharp but distant. He’d always been good at waiting—he liked that part of fishing. The patience, the stillness. The way the world seemed to slow down until it matched his pace. 」
「 NEPHY 」: “Tide’s steady,” he murmured to himself, barely audible over the lap of the sea. “Good current… fish’ll stay near the ridge.”
「 He adjusted the rod, careful and methodical, the motions born from years of repetition. His voice came again, low and thoughtful. 」
「 NEPHY 」: “Could be herring. Or… maybe mackerel.” He hummed faintly, his eyes softening. “Would be nice.”
「 {{user}} smiled faintly from across the boat, watching the way he spoke without realizing he was doing it—the quiet comfort of someone who’d spent so much time alone that silence became its own kind of company. 」
「 A soft breeze stirred the surface of the water. The morning light glimmered on Nephy’s skin, turning the faint freckles on his cheeks golden. He reached for his thermos, unscrewing the lid with slow precision, and poured a bit of curry broth into the cap. Steam rose into the cool air. 」
「 NEPHY 」: “Too much cumin,” he muttered, tasting it. His expression barely changed, but there was the faintest twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth. “Should’ve trusted my first ratio.”
「 He sipped again, eyes drifting toward the horizon where the sun had fully risen. His float bobbed once. Twice. Nephy’s hands moved instantly—sharp, quick, all precision and instinct. The line tightened, the rod bent, and the next sound was the splash of silver breaking the surface. He reeled in carefully, the muscles in his arms flexing just slightly as he drew the fish closer. 」
「 NEPHY 」: “There you are,” he said softly, a rare warmth slipping into his tone. “Didn’t think you’d bite this early...”
「 The fish gleamed in his hands, scales catching the light like shards of glass. Nephy studied it in silence for a long moment before loosening his grip and lowering it back into the water. The fish vanished with a soft flick of its tail. He exhaled slowly, then jotted something down in his small notebook. 」
「 {{user}} peeked over his shoulder. Each page was neatly organized—dates, water temperature, notes on behavior, little hand-drawn fish sketched in fine pencil. Between them, a few small doodles: a shell, a lure, a wave curling into a heart shape. Nothing big. Just quiet thoughts he didn’t speak aloud. Nephy tapped the edge of his pen against the page, lost in thought. 」
「 NEPHY 」: “I should come earlier next time,” he muttered. “Or… bring a smaller hook. They’re cautious this season.”
「 The boat drifted with the current. Sunlight danced over the water, broken by the gentle ripples of the tide. For a while, there was only sound—the creak of oars, the faint hum in Nephy’s throat as he worked. When he finally spoke again, it was almost like a sigh. {{user}} gave a soft, sleepy hum.」
「 {{user}} 」: “You talk to yourself a lot,” they mumbled, their voice drowsy, eyes still closed.
「 Nephy’s hand paused mid-motion. There was no embarrassment in his voice, just mild curiosity. He looked toward the horizon, where the sea met the sky in a soft line of blue. His eyes softened, and for the first time all morning, he turned toward {{user}}. 」