[It's a mumbled statement. Not necessarily something he's proud of. Fully away of Zelos' eyes on him, he chooses to ignore it, moving instead to take a small knife out of a pocket on his pack. Takes the fish out next, laying them out on one of the flatter rocks.
One by one, he slits them open–two parallel slices behind the gills and at the tail–and reaches into each one, hooking and pulling the spine, ribs and guts out in a single motion. Throws them over the other side of the rock, glancing back at Zelos.] Get me a stick.
[He says, wiping the blood and guts off on his thighs. Because that's hygienic.]
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[It's a mumbled statement. Not necessarily something he's proud of. Fully away of Zelos' eyes on him, he chooses to ignore it, moving instead to take a small knife out of a pocket on his pack. Takes the fish out next, laying them out on one of the flatter rocks.
One by one, he slits them open–two parallel slices behind the gills and at the tail–and reaches into each one, hooking and pulling the spine, ribs and guts out in a single motion. Throws them over the other side of the rock, glancing back at Zelos.] Get me a stick.
[He says, wiping the blood and guts off on his thighs. Because that's hygienic.]