Sherlocks' eyes went wide. It wasn't a perfect English accent, but for what he assumed was a first time, it was pretty good.
"Umm.. yes.." Sherlock said, suddenly quite unsure of himself. He still wasn't quite convinced that he wasn't actually in Hell, speaking to a fishman.
He touched his shirt. "This is a shirt." He said, very slowly. And then he touched his breeches. "These are breeches. We wear them not only because it is bad to be naked in front of other people, but also to protect us from the sun." He pointed up, only to be reminded that he couldn't see the sun in this cave.
He found that he missed it.
"Umm.. naked is.. well, if I took this shirt and breeches off, I would be naked. You could see all of my skin." He pointed to the skin on his arm. "Skin." He said firmly. He pointed to the skin on his face. "Skin." He could only hope that the fishman got the idea.
But.. at least talking to the fishman was keeping him from totally freaking out that he was talking to and had been rescued by.. a fishman.
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Date: 2019-08-15 04:59 pm (UTC)"Umm.. yes.." Sherlock said, suddenly quite unsure of himself. He still wasn't quite convinced that he wasn't actually in Hell, speaking to a fishman.
He touched his shirt. "This is a shirt." He said, very slowly. And then he touched his breeches. "These are breeches. We wear them not only because it is bad to be naked in front of other people, but also to protect us from the sun." He pointed up, only to be reminded that he couldn't see the sun in this cave.
He found that he missed it.
"Umm.. naked is.. well, if I took this shirt and breeches off, I would be naked. You could see all of my skin." He pointed to the skin on his arm. "Skin." He said firmly. He pointed to the skin on his face. "Skin." He could only hope that the fishman got the idea.
But.. at least talking to the fishman was keeping him from totally freaking out that he was talking to and had been rescued by.. a fishman.