Shiro didn’t make out any of the words that Keith had said but Keith pointed to his legs and was clearly telling him that they were the legs of a man. Shiro scrunched up his nose again, a little unconvinced because that lead the only other option to be that Keith or Keith’s parents had taken the necklace to pass it along to him. An uneasy feeling started to settle in his mind, wondering whether they had been hunters of sorts, but they couldn’t have been.. could they?

He shook his head and carefully handed the necklace back to Keith. No. It wasn’t possible. Keith would never have given him a shell from the necklace if he had known what it meant. He awkwardly shifted, sitting up on his side and tied the bag around himself carefully and deftly tied a tight knot to stop it from falling off, then he looked again at Keith and bit at his lip, wondering what to try to talk about. He looked down at the sand and played with it softly before getting an idea.

He drew a very crude portrait of himself with a fin and a lopsided smile, then drew a stick-like Keith beside it. He frowned as he concentrated and started to draw a long-armed squid with a line going to Shiro’s mouth. Again it was extremely simple, but a way to get to know Keith more. He liked squid a lot, so he made his likeness’ smile wider. He gestured for Keith to have his own turn. He was fascinated to know what this beautiful man ate, what he didn’t eat, what he liked and disliked.