Zephyr
Oh so he's a rude fishfucker, eh? Your grip on Felix's shoulder tightens protectively, though you catch yourself and release him quickly, arms crossing over your chest. Raising an eye questioningly at the merman you wait for him to answer the question, your body easily adapting a stance of come at me, I dare you.
Ohhhh, but now he's stepped right in it. At the mention of your kid you visibly bristle, any insult to your fatherhood a particularly sore spot. Expression still largely blank but for the expressive eyebrows, you reply as casually as you might have commented on the weather, "My kid's dead."
Before the mer has a chance to retort you quickly follow up. "But I taught 'im t'be curious an' ask questions. An'-" and here you turn to Felix, softening a little, "-that wantin' t'expand yer knowledge 'bout th'world is never weird."
Ohhhh, but now he's stepped right in it. At the mention of your kid you visibly bristle, any insult to your fatherhood a particularly sore spot. Expression still largely blank but for the expressive eyebrows, you reply as casually as you might have commented on the weather, "My kid's dead."
Before the mer has a chance to retort you quickly follow up. "But I taught 'im t'be curious an' ask questions. An'-" and here you turn to Felix, softening a little, "-that wantin' t'expand yer knowledge 'bout th'world is never weird."
never trust a survivor until you find out what he did to stay alive
