Mermaid human romance [Private One-on-one] (@Typhoon1912)

"Um, I'm not sure that would work…" She bit her lip. He was a really sweet guy. She hated to have to do this to him.

"O-Oh… Uhh," Shot down… turned down… it hurts… "It doesn't have to be like a date or anything just a thank you dinner… It's fine I'm sorry,"

"No! Oh, I'm sorry. I made that sound completely the wrong way. I'd love to do it. I really, really would, but, um…"

"It's okay I get it… I should probably get going then. I have a– I have to– I wouldn't want to be late for uhh… Work," he said finally. It was his best on the spot excuse.

"I'm a mermaid!" she exclaimed, unable to contain it any longer. Her tail flicked into his view.

"What?" He glanced at her tail and laughed, "Yeah… Okay," he said sarcastically.

She blinked in shock. "You… You don't believe me?"

"Mermaids… mermaids aren't real… It's ancient legend from the Siren in folklore… what is that?" He looked at her tail, "What is it… made out of?"

"Scales… It's real," she insisted.

"Really fake," he joked under his breath… "Can I touch it?" he asked a little louder.

Hesitantly, she nodded.

He ran his fingers along the scales and let out a nervous laugh, "What the hell?"

"It's real," she whispered.

“It’s magnificent. What kind of science? Were you born this way?”

"Very, I have no idea, and yes," she responded simply.

He looked into her eyes, “Are there more of you?” He ran to grab his notebook.

"Yes," she answered hesitantly.

“How many? Billions like there are people or are you endangered of sorts?” His curiosity always got the better of him.

"We're not endangered," was all she said.

"We're not endangered," was all she said.

(I’m supposed to be sleeping so I can get up in 4 hours but I’m lonely)

(I'm lonely too. Everyone else died. Please stay!)

He jotted something down in his notebook. “What dot ou know about humans?”

(I was trying to sleep and my brain is like… human interaction plz! I just… ugh.)

"It's not about what I know, it's about what I wish to know. What do flowers smell like?"

“Flowers?” He looked up from his notebook with an amused smile. “Flowers smell like fresh air and umm earth? I don’t know,” he dropped his notebook in the sand.

(I IS HUMAN INTERACTION!)

(YES, YOU IS! Lucky me)

"What does ice cream taste like? Do your legs ever get tired? Is silk as soft as I think it is?" Moxiey begged for answers.

(YAY!)