There was no way in hell he was doing it. She couldn’t make him. Nope. She had no chance.
..Damn hooting. On went the blindfold, and suddenly the world was black. Course, he had no knowledge of how to maneuver as a blind man, stumbling over all drunk like and running into thing after thing. Fins pinned to the side of his face, he had a scowl that grew the more he bumped into things.
She, on the other hand, was not painful to bump into, a soft pillow in the glass shard factory. His arms went instinctively around her, the safe spot in the field of pain. He wasn’t afraid of running to anything else, that’s crazy talk.
Not like he could talk anyway, all the sounds he made were either pleased glubs or tiny squeaks as her hands gently explored his fins. Well, she got that wish finally.