With an eyebrow raise, Keith sat up a bit as he watched the merman pointing at the shells in his necklace and the bag he wore with him. It was true, there was great similarity in the thread, the materials used, and the man leaned forward to touch at the ropes. It felt the same, as if his mother was mer herself. But that couldn't be true, he thought in amusement. She must have found the same materials, that was easy enough on the beach. After all, this shack wasn't Keith's. It was his parents'.

His eyes snapped up when he saw the creature's continued gestures and couldn't help the small laugh that escaped him when he watched the other cradle the invisible baby in his arms. But the part of him that wasn't amused by the sight was trying to understand what he said. He didn't exactly get the idea immediately, but he supposed this had something to do with parenthood? Something to do with certain shells being offered from parent to child? Oh. 

"Aw, your parents gave those shells to you?" He asked, a soft smile on his face and in a slightly endearing tone of voice. For a split second he started imagining the merman so much smaller, younger, and he was certainly dazzled by how much -- and how well -- he matured. His mom seemed to have the same taste as Shiro's parents, probably passing on the tradition. But she was human, all of them were. "Sadly I'm not like you, Shiro." He gave a deep frown and gestured to the pale legs that laid on the sand.