Jango's mind was racing, impulses he'd not really considered with all that was going on now coming to the surface. He'd known all the girls on the island his age since they were little, there was a history with all of them, good or bad and until now, that had been his dating pool. He didn't know how to approach someone he'd just met. He needed that safety net of shared life experience with the other person to get him in the right mindset. But he couldn't deny now that he definitely had a thing for Kairi. It was very new, no more than a physical attraction and a crush. But he wasn't sure this was the right time. Sure, they were trapped alone together on an island in a thunderstorm but still...<br/><br/>He wiped water off his face with the collar of his shirt, raising it enough that anyone looking would get a look at his abdominal muscles, sculpted by years practically living in water. He looked up as she spoke about his formative years growing up on the island. "Yeah well it's like learning about the American Revolution or the Renaissance or whatever. It's just part of our history." He met her eyes again, and he couldn't help noticing how they reflected the storm outside. Like him, she had dormant shark inside her. It wasn't a physical thing, more of a concept, but it was beautiful and dangerous and inquisitive and wonderful.<br/><br/>"I was eight. I lived in the water all my life so there were plenty of chances even before that but a spirit only comes when you're ready. It wasn't even a ceremony. I was just playing with my sisters. Makos live all over the world. I guess mine was passing the island and it came up to me. I didn't see it coming until I felt it brush against me in the water and I just... knew what I was..." He could taste the salt in the air, spread by the sea spray from the choppy waves impacting the rocks outside. He breathed it in, the salt air invigorating him, skin turning blue, eyes a silvery yellow.