Not so lost, anymore. [Open.]

[Continued from here.]

The smells of water, soggy moss, and frog poo filled Kalix's nose well before the lake came into sight, and he was sure Crowley's olfactory nerves had the jump on his by quite a while. Maybe he was exaggerating a blind woman's senses, but the media was all he had to go on until earlier today.

The sun fell well past noon, but the evening hues had yet to grace the sky. Kalix's face was vague; his expression was blank as if nature's beauty held no sway over his emotions. To him, life was eternal and he would have every chance to see these things again all he wanted. After all, he could slow down his time perceptors whenever he wanted to as slow as he liked. He had already lived a lifetime of graveling in the world's awe. Instead, he unlaced his fingers from Crowley's and let her walk on her own and enjoy it herself. "Well, here's your lake, Ava."

His eyebrow raised at the fact a woman was stripping right infront of him. He almost blushed, but remember who this was and shrugged it off. So now she's one of the guys, just because she dresses like one? He sighed at the implanted knowledge and commonalities in his brain from years and years of ancestory and cursed at them for everything he disagreed with... which was most of it.

Kalix pocketed his hands and strolled closer to the lake, but made sure to keep his legs out of arms reach. He talked with his hands, and felt stupid for it. The habbit was hard to kill. "Er... no thanks." His face cringed with his uplifted fingers, as if pulling back from something grotesque. "I prefer my dry clothes the way they are. You know... nice and dry." He looked to the side, even though he knew a blind woman wouldn't know the rudeness of a stare. "Besides, I'm having fun arguing with myself over here. Well, not myself, just all that... eh... forget it." He was way too lazy to explain something no one would find interesting.

Kalix stood on the sand with his hands in his pockets. Sand? Eh... He looked under his feet and sneared a bit. He backed up onto the soft grass and scraped what he could off his shoes as he watched Crowley enjoy her swim. At least she's enjoying herself. She must not get to do this often. He winced when she spout out a bunch of lake water. A large, shivering Ew... ran down his spine.

"That's why you take them off! It's not like I can see you anyways, Bashful."

He looked down and plucked at his shirt, letting it settle back onto his chest. "Meh... I'm just not a swimming kind of guy." He looked up, but not before his shoes got wet with her splash. He frowned. " Besides, would you really trust a random, half-naked stranger in a lake with you while no one is around? " He raised an eyebrow questioningly, despite the fact she couldn't see it.

Instead of following her advice, he sat down in the grass next to where he cleaned his shoes off. He had an elbow on a knee and his chin resting in the hand. He thought a moment before patting himself down, looking for something in his pockets. Finding it, he reached into the pocket and pulled out a harmonica. He thumbed it around, wondering if he should play to pass the time. It didn't take him long to lift it to his limbs and play a random tune. He knew how to play, and how to play random notes and make it sound good; but he wasn't anything of a master of the thing. It was just something he carried around with him when he needed to pass time in places that wouldn't object to his playing.

He shrugged at her comment while he played a little more before setting it down on his leg. "Just saying that it wouldn't be a bad idea to look after your well-being, is all." He thought as he said that that he would probably have to be the one to keep an eye on her well-being if that was how she was going to be. He shrugged to himself again. He wouldn't mind hanging out with her often; she seemed cool enough, definately cooler than the other kids around here.

Kalix let his silence speak for itself as he picked up the harmonica and began playing again.

Kalix sighed into the harmonica with an irate twitch of the corner of his eye. What a frustrating woman. "Not having eyes doesn't give you an excuse to shrug everything off... I mean, if you don't care, that's your thing, but it just seems stupid, to me." He looked up to the fading light of day, then back down to the floating body in the water. "When do you want to head back?" He pocketed his harmonica and put his hands in his lap.