[Most of the fish Akira winds up sort of hugging to himself before he hands them off to a local or dumps them in his bucket, hence how he's getting so drenched in lake water and turning his floured state into paste. As such, when Shinjiro approaches him he's wrangling a particularly feisty fish, flopping all over around his arms-- he holds it surprisingly still where he has it, given he doesn't look like he should have the strength for it.]
Oh. [He lets the fish slip into the bucket, looking his clothes over with a frown.] ...yeah, that's. Kind of gross, I'm sorry.
i love them already
Oh. [He lets the fish slip into the bucket, looking his clothes over with a frown.] ...yeah, that's. Kind of gross, I'm sorry.