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Seth giggled. "Cause Fffilyum soun's funny," he commented randomly before glancing back at Damon again. "He won' be for long, an yeah! I am," the naga stated, bursting into a short giggle fit at the man's funny-sounding name. Well, funny to pronounce anyways since he couldn't really say V's all that well with his fangs and odd snake tongue.

Then again, who was he to care? "Ooh! I do! It's really good!" Seth gasped, uncoiling himself and moving closer to get a better look. Flashing her a grin, he turned his gaze then to the railing and what might lie on the other side. He wasn't all that interested in falling over and into the water since he couldn't exactly swim all too well. Have you SEEN a snake swim? It wasn't a pretty sight, especially for one as lazy as him.

Seth just giggled in response, still thinking his odd pronunciation of the name was funny in comparison to what it really was. And he liked his new name better anyways. "Nu-uh. He nev'r talks long," he replied, already hearing the telltale words that Damon was wrapping up his conversation with the girls. The naga's concentration was broken, however, when he was presented with the picture Áróra drew of him.

That cute and insanely happy grin of his nearly took over his entire face at the gift. "Thanks!" he replied, giggling some more only to stop abruptly as she wandered to the railing and invited him closer. "Look... over? B-but... Wha' if I fall in? I can't swim..." he said, slowly moving closer anyways. One little peek wouldn't hurt, right?

Seth hesitated briefly before slowly making his way over to peer through the bars. He didn't trust the bars to keep him safe for some reason, enjoying the view without risking falling through. There wasn't exactly a whole lot to stop him from falling through and Damon disliked changing out in public so a dramatic save was out of the question. "You... can't? Me too, sorta. I jus' don't sink all that well," he replied softly, wrapping himself tightly around one of the bars just in case.

"A shark? Ooh! Fishy!" Seth gasped, pointing at what appeared to be fish swimming below the surface farther away where the sun penetrated the water and revealed what lay below it's surface. "Fishies!"

Seth bit his lip, wrapping himself even tighter to the bar. "I... No like open spaces," he replied quietly. His answer was so quiet even he had a hard time hearing his answer. It wasn't the fact that he hated the idea of the very huge area, it was the fact that he'd be ALONE in the huge area and would be both wet and cold. Those two things were not on his list of feelings he liked or would ever attempt to experience if he could prevent it.

"Water's fine. No like th' deep stuff," the naga muttered, looking over at the comment about bird poop. He stared at her for several long moments, then looked at the glob of white not too far away. Bursting into laughter, Seth held tightly to the bars, nearly doubled over from the force of it.

Seth nodded, smiling softly. "Undergroun'? Soun's fun. My house is... uh... messy an' weird," he replied. Yeah, messy and weird described his home perfectly. From Damon's weird background and night life duties to Ilyrosa's strange habits and behavior in comparison to theirs things were never the same twice. His room contrasted vastly with everyone else's. "Yah, you can visit. I like sammiches too," he added with a soft giggle.

"Really? Ewwwy!" Seth laughed, wondering if he should start wearing a hat too.

"Seth, kiddo, the ride's almost over. Should get going soon," Damon commented, seeming to suddenly appear by the naga's side. Indeed, the ferry was beginning to slow down and make it's way to the port to let it's passengers off and restock for the next ride.

"I wish I could fly," Seth commented, a sad look coming onto his face. When Ily ran fast enough and in a head wind, it almost felt like he truly was flying. But, unfortunately, it was never actually flying and Damon refused to fly anymore because of some reason or another. Even then it probably wouldn't be the same as actually flying himself. Such a thought saddened him greatly but one he could get over eventually.

Damon nodded to the man, inspecting him curiously for a moment. Well, he seemed alright and he didn't remember anyone with his face having a bounty on their head so all was good in his mind. "He seems to make friends with a lot of people nowadays."

“WEALLY? Tha’ woul’ be awesome! A flyin’ mach... machine woul’ be so cool. Th’n I coul’ fly anywhere an’ never have t’ walk!” Seth giggled. It would be a dream come true if he could simply fly wherever he wanted and not walk everywhere, even if he was carried almost ninety percent of the time... Eventually he’d get too big and have to walk and by that time, he hoped Áróra would have her flying machine made. All that walking would tire him out faster than having to clean.

“I’m sure she’ll make tons of friends. She reminds me a lot of my daughter who acted a lot like her when she was about that age. Then again, she wasn’t quite so still or keen on behaving...” Damon replied with a sigh. Never had he been kicked out of so many places than when she was young. Oh well, now she was old enough to get kicked out on her own terms. “It looks like we’re getting close to port again...” he commented as he finally noticed the shore coming into view.