Kenza
"It's nice to meet you too," she responds, not quite daring to say his name for fear of mangling it with her clumsy landlubber tongue. She eyes the clingy octopus—quite fascinating creatures really. She wonders what all those suction cups would feel like on your skin, if it's painful the way its gripping his arm. "Though I don't think he agrees."
In some way, she hadn't even thought this far: she'd just been content to watch the show, thinking the merman would pull some arcane deep sea trick out of his figurative back pocket and just magically get the octopus to take its boot and fuck right off. Instead, he just contemplates it in, before asking her—her—for ideas. What?! She blanks for a second, contemplates if this is the shattering of an illusion, of this idea she's built up of him, if he's ... not so different from her and other humans, after all.
"Uhhhh..."
Maybe merman don't get stuck on octopuses much?
"They tend to like sticks, things they can grab," she says slowly. No way she'll suggest sacrificing the fishing rod, that'd just be rude. She bites her lower lip for half a second, before unfurling from around her fish basket and jumping to her feet. "Wait here!" Because what else would he do, dive off with his new friend? She grunts to herself as she jogs down the jetty onto the beach. Because what's always on a beach? Driftwood! Woop woop. She collects a couple of suitable sticks that aren't too brittle, then jogs back up the jetty and alllll the way to the edge where Hadama is.
His golden scars look amazing this up close, glittering in the sunlight.
"Here, maybe..." she kinda mumbles as she offers the octopus the first stick, gently poking and prying in an attempt to convince it that the stick is much, much better than that pretty merman's arm.
In some way, she hadn't even thought this far: she'd just been content to watch the show, thinking the merman would pull some arcane deep sea trick out of his figurative back pocket and just magically get the octopus to take its boot and fuck right off. Instead, he just contemplates it in, before asking her—her—for ideas. What?! She blanks for a second, contemplates if this is the shattering of an illusion, of this idea she's built up of him, if he's ... not so different from her and other humans, after all.
"Uhhhh..."
Maybe merman don't get stuck on octopuses much?
"They tend to like sticks, things they can grab," she says slowly. No way she'll suggest sacrificing the fishing rod, that'd just be rude. She bites her lower lip for half a second, before unfurling from around her fish basket and jumping to her feet. "Wait here!" Because what else would he do, dive off with his new friend? She grunts to herself as she jogs down the jetty onto the beach. Because what's always on a beach? Driftwood! Woop woop. She collects a couple of suitable sticks that aren't too brittle, then jogs back up the jetty and alllll the way to the edge where Hadama is.
His golden scars look amazing this up close, glittering in the sunlight.
"Here, maybe..." she kinda mumbles as she offers the octopus the first stick, gently poking and prying in an attempt to convince it that the stick is much, much better than that pretty merman's arm.
