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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 17:25:45 GMT -5
im glad u like him!! i'll respond eventually bc i have to do other responses first.....oops
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 21, 2017 17:34:19 GMT -5
{ don't worry about it~
i took forever writing that reply so i'd be a hypocrite if i told you to hurry up! }
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 17:38:55 GMT -5
not gonna lie, i have no valid excuses but its okay bc ur chill & we're chill and we also made it to pge 2 hurrah
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 21, 2017 17:45:47 GMT -5
{ it's cool bro
we've already discussed our shortcomings in terms of "i have to reply but i can't"
we could always discuss plot ideas! do a little world building and figure out what should happen next! }
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 17:53:45 GMT -5
excellente we're coo
oh yeah plot beyond "that sure is a mermaid" LULS
okay well, so far ari's going to be a whiny baby and i know that much bc he's going to be bored + hungry 10/10 agitated mermaid is a great way for him to complain and also beg for food from levy now that she's given him one (1) whole dead fish srry levy ur dealing w an actual puppy
uhh, let's see.
is the ship going anywhere in particular, or is the captain ambitious about finding/seeking anything in particular - legends, etc?
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 21, 2017 18:07:28 GMT -5
{ one (1) fish is all it takes apparently. but now she has someone to talk to!
hmm. so my idea for the time being is they're gonna head for the free isles, an archipelago reminiscent of japan. some of the smaller islands are v sketch and perfect for pirates to run wild. so hawke's plan is to stop there and talk to some folks about what to do. obviously a few will have connections to potential buyers, but others might know about some dangerous adventures where mermaid luck could be useful! }
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 18:11:53 GMT -5
dude he's so hungry + lbr, mermaids would eat their body weight in food. his only complain is that its not alive (but they'll learn. THEY'LL LEARN. THIS MERMAN IS GOING TO RIOT OTHERWISE)
i think kasper&jasper are gonna be fun (tm) kiddos to write bc kasper loves mythology and jasper hates it and they're different in subtle ways but they s t i l l get mistaken for each-other (THEY'RE NOT EVEN IDENTICAL JSYK!! THEY JUST LOOK ALIKE, FEELS BAD)
ooh that sounds super fun 10/10 i supports
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 21, 2017 18:18:14 GMT -5
{ poor ari </3 but what's levy gonna do! she's not go jump in the ocean, catch some fish with her bare hands just so he'll stop being a big baby! SUCK IT UP ARI!
OMG! i feel that. i've got a twin sister and we're fraternal but nobody can tell us apart! sorry kasp & jasp. i know your pain <//3
the only problem is i don't know how to involve ari more? won't it get boring if he's just stuck in that tank while everyone is off explorin? }
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 18:37:50 GMT -5
ari can't suck it up!! he's a big baby and he needs to act it (one day........one day, maybe he'll get the fun toys + plants in his tank that he deserves. if they keep him as a pet he'll 10/10 love them and let them swim with him IF they give him life fish and plants and toys. he is a spoiled brat + would enjoy the comfort)
kas & jas, eternally suffering because they get mixed up
i was thinking that! it's why i put a little more emphasis on kas in my last response, since when the pirates are away from ari, i think he'll be the "land" main (which means, GODDAMN it i have to write his form but that's fine i'll do it one day when im not as lazy), until we figure something out. maybe one day the pirates would trust ari enough to let him use rivers and the like when they go exploring so he can explore with them (now, scientifically, it's concerning bc he's saltwater but science can go away), but until then, kas is doomed to the land life
and ari will be there when they get back or when they have to go check on him to make sure hes not d e a d and he will demand fruit and stuff.
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 21, 2017 18:50:31 GMT -5
10/10 would give ari lots of toys. he can have little rubber balls and those plastic rings you have to dive to pick up. they'll make his tank all spiffy... maybe. maybe not. they're still pirates after all.
ooooh~ new main! maybe ari is like a bull shark and can alter his body chemistry to swim in fresh water? i watch too much shark week. maybe (if they trust him) somebody somewhere does some magic stuff and ari can?? walk?? float?? something. otherwise he's doomed to tank life and begging levy for snacks and toys.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 19:01:12 GMT -5
maybe he worms his way into their hearts
we'll see
if he's a lucky charm vs just a selling item
(':
ooh, i like the alteration idea!! it could be a common mermaid thing - domestic-types are known for it more than feral types, so people are under the assumption that they can't do it and then ari's like "Oh no i lived in a lake for a while it was chill" so that would be s u p e r cool
(imagine exploring a hugely water-based land with a mermaid to go underneath the water for u 10/10)
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 21, 2017 19:12:20 GMT -5
imagine tho. something happens, they get shipwrecked or something. ari is free but the survivors are stuck on an island or in a little dingy out at sea and they've gotta depend on ari for help. how the tables have turned <-<
OOOOH! imagine a little mermaid city underwater or something! or an underground lake that has, like, bioluminescent mushrooms or smth!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 19:25:12 GMT -5
and if they didn't treat him well enough, he just goes ":3c" and leaves. he's awful, and he knows it. no saving the humans.
buuuuuuut if he's pampered, he'd totally help them. 100%. he repays his favours, damn it. even if he didn't ask for things to happen. give him nice things & he's urs. basically, what im saying, is that he needs a sugar daddy, tbqh
dude!! yes!! and the pirates can't hold their breath for long enough so ari can just go down, get some of whatever the pirates want (or talk to the mermaids!! the pirates would have the gift of KNOWLEDGE) and bam, instant use.
10/10 i support mermaid and pirate friendships.
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 21, 2017 19:32:27 GMT -5
oooooomg. is hawke weren't an a-hole he'd be his sugar daddy. 100% spoil him rotten. give him the prettiest jewelry. instead, ari has to settle for levy sometimes? throwing him fish and maybe? talking to him. seth and kas might show up to. otherwise ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
woah! wait! jungle adventure! pirates get in a little boat or something and start paddling upriver through a rainforest while swims alongside and they have to fight off dangerous jungle beasts and!!! jungle mermaids that are like piranhas! green and mean and hunt in packs!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 19:40:21 GMT -5
Loneliness.
It was something he thought he'd grown used to, something that was supposed to vanish. Mermaids could live for a long time, under the right conditions. Usually those conditions were a good pod, a good diet, a healthy body and mind. Ari didn't have those; his diet was spotty at best and now he was being starved, he didn't have a pod (but some solitary mermaids lived for years! He'd met a squid who was nearing her second hundredth year), he didn't have a healthy mind. His body, he supposed, was okay. A little battered from his experienced, but he was okay. He was young. He would live.
When he had been a pup, his mother had told him stories of mermaids dying of loneliness in an attempt to get him to stick with the pod, to make sure that he wasn't going to wander too far. She'd laughed at the horror on his face, and years later when he'd become an adult, she'd admitted that it wasn't true. Had watched as he'd left to explore the world.
The world, Ari had learned, was not a kind one. It did not wish to aid him in his explorations, only wished for him to suffer. Between the barren wastelands he'd passed and the vicious ferals with all pointed teeth and very little body language, between the ships that scraped his sides or the fishing hooks that caught his skin, the world felt unfair. Biased against him - and now, here he was. Stuck in a tank with nothing to do and no food. Realising that the humans were not going to make conversation or help him, he shoved himself away from the glass, thumped it with his tail for good measure, and drifted to the bottom.
It was there that he curled up, trying not to cry.
Splash.
There was an alertness in him the second the water around him vibrated from an intruder, and he darted up from his sleep with his third eyelid flicked down and his tail drifting lazily, not yet tensed to swim. He blinked a few times to clear his vision (and then realised that it was the third eyelid; something more useful for the depths of the ocean than clear water like this), and shifted his weight. The fish bobbed at the top of the tank, dead as could be. It would contaminate the water if he let it sit for so long, and though he did not like dead fish (that was something that dolphins liked, the little thieves), he would eat it. He was starving.
When he was done, there was nothing left. Not as much as an eye. He was still starving, but not as much as he had been. Ari ventured towards the top of his tank and broke the surface silently, swimming with ease towards the edge of the tank and draping his arms over the edge, watching water pool onto the wooden deck. He didn't really care if that was a problem or not. They could deal with it - he was just glad that the tank was open. That he could breathe air, if he wanted to. That he could bask in the sun to some degree.
The ghostly human was there. What had one of the others called her? Levy? Was that it? It sounded like a strange name, but he decided not to question it. If it even was her name. Maybe he'd misheard. It didn't sound very feminine to him, but then again, his name likely sounded some degree of feminine to humans. Culture differences, maybe.
"I'm inclined to agree," he mused, catching the tail end of the woman's sentence. He rested his chin against the edge of the glass, winced in discomfort but did not move. "Thank you. I won't survive without food. That was appreciated," he flicked his gaze away, "why kill the fish you catch? They stay fresher if they're alive and you trap them."
It was true. He liked to trap fish that he was going to eat. But hey, maybe this tank was the only thing they could do that with, and frankly, he could not be held accountable if he ate all of them, so perhaps that was a bad plan. He was still bored - had no way to bask in the sunlight.
But the moonlight was, he supposed, rather pretty. Ari could remember nights spent looking up at it with his friends, remembered laughing and singing and hunting. Those days were gone - had been gone for a while. There was a small pang in his chest, but he was supposed to be over it. Was supposed to be getting over it. He had too much time to himself. Too much time to think, to get lost in his own mind - an intricate web of memories and thoughts. He was, he supposed, more than just a pretty face; but in this tank, all he had was the strangeness of being a mermaid. He wasn't even sure if he was considered pretty by their standards. Humans had weird tastes.
Ari opened his mouth as if to say something else, but his teeth clicked lightly as he decided against it, and he instead settled for watching the waves beyond the ship. They called to him, but he could not go there. His heart hurt.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 19:43:33 GMT -5
look at me trying to give myself a manageable length for myself bc im all procrastinate-y LULS
damnit hawke, you had one job
well, that's the next best thing, ari supposes. he'd rather the pretty jewelry but you know what, being fed is fine too. kas might even give him part of his own rations sometimes. maybe.
(it's honestly just ari's luck to get caught by pirates who have no idea how needy mermaids can be TBQH)
yess!!! a piranha mermaid steals one of the boat's oars and ari has to help push it all while asserting dominance as a shark and also probably fighting the mean piranhas. they're probably just as small as ari, tbqh. tiny mermaids duke it out, pirates watch with amusement while fighting the insects. GIANT. INSECTS. AKA MY BIG FEAR (TM)
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 21, 2017 19:56:48 GMT -5
one of these days, ari is going to meet a domestic mermaid who is spoiled r o t t e n. they're gonna have diamonds and pearls and gold trinkets in their hair and ari is going to realize just how neglected he is.
NOT THE INSECTS! but also? murky water infested with piranha mermaids? ari would have his hands full. giant insects tho. and big snakes. big venomous snakes! well obviously this means the crew has to keep him. so what adventure should they embark on first with their handy-dandy mermaid luck?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 20:02:51 GMT -5
ari would become 10x more bratty, especially if it's at a point where the pirates have decided that ari is a permanent addition bc hes a lucky charm. he's like "why am i treated like this. why am i in this empty tank with dead fish for food? you see that??" [vague gestures to spoiled domestic mermaid] "that's good. i'd probably give you so much more luck if i wasn't so sad"
THE INSECTS
dude. yes. ari is gonna get so distressed bc he has to do more effort bc the water's thicker and goddamnit, he's a shark.
HELL YES!! HELL YES, BIG SNAKES.
hmm, let's see.
let's get it in their minds that ari's lucky with more foundation than "witches say so" >:3 maybe they're hunting a treasure (gota git rich bruh) and one of the villages they pass through / stop at is one that's used to seeing feral mermaids (not just domestic types but actual ferals!!) in the waters further out to see around them, and their talk is about how lucky they are with good fish harvests + their crops growing well, it's a "MERMAIDS ARE SUCH A LUCKY PRESENCE!" but none of them are like "oh i'd buy one" bc maybe they're superstitious like "oh no, no no. you can't just Buy luck. if it falls into ur hands then its urs, u should keep it"
and its just
well, sh*t
(bonus: they find the treasure that's maybe been avoiding them. COINCIDENCES, BOI!!)
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 21, 2017 20:13:14 GMT -5
OOOOH YES! YES? YES. but it could also lead to some serious dramaaaaa! because you know who else wants a lucky shark mermaid?? everyone. so the word spreads and people start looking for ari because what's easier than catching your own feral?? stealing one. so the crew wants to keep him, but now they have to fend off other pirates who want him too. or maybe not just pirates maybe there's a princess who wants him as a pet so they have to deal with her country's navy chasing them down too or smth.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 20:19:12 GMT -5
dude, yes. i love that. 10/10??
MERMAIDS BEING LUCKY IS THE GREATEST THING ON THIS PLANET, HONESTLY. ALL THE CONFLICT!
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 21, 2017 20:32:38 GMT -5
yes. this is perfect.
hmmm. are there any other little plots we could do?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 20:33:46 GMT -5
bratty mermaid finds out he's important, people r concerned for his ego
hmm good question
i can't think of any rn ):
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 21, 2017 20:36:43 GMT -5
bratty mermaid is thirty! act like an adult ari!
me neither ;-;
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 20:41:22 GMT -5
ari doesn't need to be confined to ur ways he can be 30 and also a manchild if he wants to be !!
;v; we could........wing it im a pro winger of it
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 21, 2017 21:50:26 GMT -5
Levy tried not stiffen when she heard the water slosh behind her, tell-tale that something had broken its surface. She tried not to stiffen, but she did. Her shoulders tensed; spine rigid. Inky fear unfurled in her chest, uncurling with icy fingers to dip into her blood. He spoke again in voice that wasn’t meant for her language. The words were broken, stitched together to make something Levy could just barely understand. But it was enough.
“Raw fish is bad for humans,” she answered, thoughts dipping into texts detailing the parasitic hazards that uncooked fish posed. “With you in that tank it’s better to dry and salt them immediately. Keep ‘em from going bad.” She’d briefly considered taking already dried fish from the stores, realizing that someone might notice a few missing from today’s catch. In the end, she’d gone against her better judgement, unsure why.
The breeze caught her hair, brushing frost-blonde strands over her cheeks. She brushed it away, using the chance to glance over her shoulder. Cast in shadow outside the bright circle of lantern-light, the mermaid was little more than a dark shape draped over the lip of the tank. Silvery threads of moonlight caught on his wet skin, illuminating him eerily. Like a monster. Waiting for her to come close. To grab her, drag her down. A shiver slithered through her on wispy legs. Her attention snapped back to the ocean, but the dark water conjured darker images.
No air.
No sun. No moon.
Claws in her skin. Teeth in her throat. The taste of iron and seawater pouring over her━
Levy’s gaze━ wide and dark ━jerked to the sky. The claw of white moon hung in the sprawl of velvet dark, flooding Levy with old stories of the two gods forced to share the same body. Surely, the One Who Loves wouldn’t let him drown her?
Scraping together an ounce of bravery, Levy turned and faced the merman. She couldn’t see him well, not his features at least. He was little more than a silhouette, the suggestion of a mermaid rather than the actuality. From here, Levy could pretend she was talking to a human.
So she did.
“I’m Levy. Do you… Um… Do you have a name?” She removed her glasses, using the hem of her shirt to clean the lens. Without her glasses, he wasn’t even a silhouette anymore. Just a dark smudge, one that could be easily mistaken for a shadow or a patch of sky or water. Anything, Levy decided, was better than the reality: a shark merman. A hungry one at that.
With that thought, Levy reached into the bag, tossing him another fish. God, her hands were gonna reek. Maybe her crewmates wouldn’t need to see some fish were missing. Maybe they’d smell her and know exactly what had transpired. She’d deserve it too. Throwing her overboard would be a mercy at that point. Levy reassured herself with thoughts of tomorrow morning.
Tomorrow they’d arrive at one of the smaller islands in the Free Isles: Shingan. The bath houses there weren’t as famous as the ones on the bigger islands, but they’d be enough to keep her from smelling like a fish market for the rest of her life.
Speaking of which, “I suppose you should know we’re going to figure out what to do with you tomorrow. Someone in the Free Isles might want to━ What am I saying? None of this matters. You don’t care where we’re going or what we want to do with you. You just want to go home…” What am I doing? What am I thinking? I’m just gonna rile him up and then I’ll be in real trouble. I’m so stupid! Pirates weren’t supposed to care about their captives, especially if those captives were expensive and highly sought after. All she was doing was making herself feel guilty. And guilty pirates didn’t make for good pirates.
She raked her hands through her hair, looking for the shard of sanity that was lodged somewhere in her brain. This is what she got for coming up here. Until earlier, she hadn’t cared whether the merman was being fed or not. Or what his name was. Or that he was a he at all! Hawke wouldn’t be happy. “You need to be more ruthless,” he would say, “the life of a pirate isn’t for the soft-hearted. We get our hands dirty and we get paid.”
Oh, Levy was getting her hands dirty alright! But was she getting paid? Not at all! She made a conscious effort not to look at the sky. If she saw the moon, she’d crumble. She just knew it. I’m not a pirate, she conceded, I’m an idiot. I’m an idiot that’s talking to a mermaid. A mermaid that’s gonna lunge at me any second and rip my throat out. Send me plunging into the unforgiving ocean, never to be seen again. ‘Where’s Levy?’ They’ll ask. ‘Where’s Leviathan Hatchenson?’ And my disembodied arm will come floating up the surface and they’ll say ‘oh! There she is!’
Levy busied herself with cleaning her glasses, sliding them back on, then rummaging through the bag of fish as though there was something to be done in there. There wasn’t. She just couldn’t bring herself to glance up, afraid that she might find the mermaid watching her. Maybe he'd spare her. After all, she was disobeying her Captain to feed him.
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 21, 2017 21:51:07 GMT -5
winging it sounds good! i'm sure we'll figure it out as we go~
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 10:35:38 GMT -5
winging it more like, uhhhhhhhhh swimming it ahahah -shot-
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Aug 22, 2017 11:10:51 GMT -5
-ba dum tsss- you're a master of puns.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 11:14:39 GMT -5
It was, he supposed, rather understandable that the human seemed tense. But Ari did not know much about them, did not know enough beyond their tongue and what had been passed on from other mermaids. In the end, he knew as little about them as they did about him; it was a surprise to learn that they did not eat raw fish. He'd heard of fire and of it being used to change the flavours of foods, but he hadn't known there were health benefits to cooking it. Perhaps it got rid of something that was dangerous to humans. That seemed like a logical thing. He nodded quietly and flicked his gaze up to the sky.
"Dry and salt them," he repeated lightly, "it doesn't sound as good as fresh fish, but that's fair," he half-closed his eyes in a lazy motion, swayed his tail from side to side. The water was warmer than he was used to, which was both pleasant and strange. In the depths, where he often liked to hide to sleep, it was colder; he had always been blessed to be settled in warmer waters, but he'd been to colder places. The tank's water had a similar temperature to the surface of the ocean; warmed by the sun. It wasn't too bad.
He'd heard of mermaids kept as pets, but this was a different circumstance. These were pirates; he supposed it was likely he would be sold on, but it was just as likely that he'd be kept here. In some cultures, he'd heard, it was known that merfolk were lucky. Ari had never known if it was true; good things often happened to humans, and merfolk were not unkind people. They often rescued shipwreck survivors, unlike their siren cousins. Sirens were more into the murder and lure aspect. Merfolk didn't have much of a taste for human flesh. Well. He'd met a few who had, but it was personal preference, probably.
"Everything has a name," his tone was rather coy, and he smiled lazily. "Aristaeus. Most call me Ari, though," he absently chewed on a blunt nail. Unlike a fair few mermaids, he tended to keep his nails short and close to the skin; he did not have claws. He was one of the more humanlike mermaids. Perhaps he had domestic blood - he wouldn't put it past his family. They were a mixed bunch. "Levy is an interesting name. They called you ghost, earlier," he flicked his fingers towards her, aiming to see if he could get any droplets of water close to her, "is that because of how pale you are? You look like something from the Deep."
He wasn't even sure if humans had knowledge of the Deep. The Deep, as it's name suggested, was in the depths of the ocean; it was beyond where humans could dive, beyond where feral-type mermaids liked to roam. It was dangerous and deadly, filled with creatures that had not yet been named by humankind or merkind alike. The only mermaids with enough courage to go down there were those who were large enough - but for the most part, the Deep was a horror story for pups. Don't misbehave, or you'll go to the Deep. It had, admittedly, never worked on Ari; he'd been too intrigued by the concept of something so horrifying that even the strongest wouldn't go down there.
There was movement in the dark, and he flicked his third eyelid down to see it. It wasn't as effective as when he used it in the water, but it was something - he flicked it back up and caught the fish in his hands. It was a quiet process, he barely made a sound as he moved in the water. He held it for a moment and wrinkled his nose, before turning away from Levy and diving into the water so that he could keep his back to her as he ate. Again, it was not as good as fresh fish; but it filled him some more, made his stomach settle in its complaints. It was enough to sate him, though he doubted it was going to keep him full for as long as fresh fish would, but whatever. He could deal with it later.
Ari rested his chin idly on the edge of the tank once again and listened to the human talk. The Free Isles. He flicked his gaze up to the moon and inhaled deeply. The air was crisp and salty, but not unpleasant. He enjoyed it.
"I care a lot, actually," he frowned and moved his gaze back to the woman, "I'm not an animal. My thought process isn't limited to I want to go home; partially because I do not have a home, and partially because I would not care if I did have a home. I'm a solitary mer. You know what that means? It means that I'm considered a wanderer. I care where we're going, I care that I'm being treated like some sort of animal, and I care that we're going to the Free Isles because I have pissed off many mermaids in that area."
He hadn't even realised, really, that he'd been around that area. Were they really that far out? He scowled at the thought, but realised a little belatedly that he was on a ship. In a tank. They'd never know.
"Cut the last part, doesn't matter," he said, though he highly doubted that Levy knew enough about mermaid turf wars to care. Or maybe she did know? He didn't know how much humans knew about mermaids, but from the way he'd been treated, he doubted they knew much. Or, at the very least, these pirates didn't know very much.
Ari was sad, he realised. He was surrounded by people who talked about him but not to him, was left to curl up at the bottom of his tank with nothing to keep himself entertained, and had only the ghost girl to speak to. She seemed decent enough, he supposed.
"Look, Levy," he stretched his arms over the edge of the tank and splayed his fingers, watching the pale webbing between them with a small, thoughtful frown on his face. "I am just as intelligent as a human. Possibly more so, but I don't know! I've never encountered humans before. And I don't think you've encountered mermaids before," he eyed her thoughtfully, "as grateful as I am for the food, I'd rather prefer you didn't act like I don't understand what you're saying. I do care. Mermaids aren't emotionless. We're not just...just...fish. You get me?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 11:15:14 GMT -5
im even better at dad jokes tbqh
nice timing btw LULS i have so much muse for mermaids today u dont even understand
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