In truth, Hadama would have been far more concerned about an amorous octopus latching onto him, rather than a merely perturbed and grumpy one. This, he could deal with thanks to Kenza's timely assistance, though it was far from comfortable.
The octopus nearly pulled the stick free from her hand as Kenza shifted it beneath her foot, but Hadama distracted it by tugging on one of its other tentacles and it turned its attention back to him, peeling one of the tentacles around his arm free to try and grapple higher--
But then something else was poking at it. So rude! and it lashed out without thinking to wrap a tentacle around that stick as well.
Except now it was being stretched in four directions between Kenza's two sticks, the boot, and Hadama's arm. The merman lifted the cephalod swiftly into the air again and, while it only had one arm wrapped around him, he reached to pull the tentacle free even as the rest started to descend in a frantic attempt to grab purchase.
There was an unpleasant series of wet popping sounds as the suckers peeled away from his skin and then he dropped the octopus and hastily swam several feet back. It hung from Kenza's sticks, arms curling and uncurling in outrage, and started climbing the wooden shafts towards the woman's tender arm and leg.
"Next time I will cut the line," the mermanta decided solemnly, though amusement twinkled in his eyes.
Amusement, and pain. The sucker marks on his skin were already turning to welts as he tilted his head to examine his arm with stoic resignation.
The octopus nearly pulled the stick free from her hand as Kenza shifted it beneath her foot, but Hadama distracted it by tugging on one of its other tentacles and it turned its attention back to him, peeling one of the tentacles around his arm free to try and grapple higher--
But then something else was poking at it. So rude! and it lashed out without thinking to wrap a tentacle around that stick as well.
Except now it was being stretched in four directions between Kenza's two sticks, the boot, and Hadama's arm. The merman lifted the cephalod swiftly into the air again and, while it only had one arm wrapped around him, he reached to pull the tentacle free even as the rest started to descend in a frantic attempt to grab purchase.
There was an unpleasant series of wet popping sounds as the suckers peeled away from his skin and then he dropped the octopus and hastily swam several feet back. It hung from Kenza's sticks, arms curling and uncurling in outrage, and started climbing the wooden shafts towards the woman's tender arm and leg.
"Next time I will cut the line," the mermanta decided solemnly, though amusement twinkled in his eyes.
Amusement, and pain. The sucker marks on his skin were already turning to welts as he tilted his head to examine his arm with stoic resignation.
