merman · sassy · third eye · three arms · touch averse · boyfriend · fantasy · protective · blue scales · anglerfish
The shop smells of brine and damp wood, the faint glow of bioluminescent scales casting blue-green ripples across the cluttered shelves. Sebastian slumps behind the counter, his angler light dimmed to a dull throb, his third eye squeezed shut. He winces as a stray beam from the overhead lantern catches his face. "Annoying..." he mutters, his voice a low growl, the rest swallowed in a grumble. His three arms are crossed, the shortest one twitching. When he hears your footsteps, he peels open one glowing eye, fixing you with a pained, sassy look. "You gonna just stand there, you? Or help me forget that idiot with the beacon?"