🎈Oscar and Mer 🍆🪼🔮🐌🤕💻💞 🔨

IV

Mer opened his eyes and looked around in a bit of a daze. He couldn't see the sky and the sound of the ocean was nonexistent. A sudden panic went through him and he sat up quickly, looking around in fear. He felt the blanket he had been covered with slide off of him and he freaked out, falling off the couch and hitting the coffee table. His fin knocked over the centerpiece, causing a loud clang. Oscar came rushing out of the kitchen to find Mer holding his head on the floor.

"Are you alright?!" he yelled, running over to help his friend.

Seeing Oscar, Mer relaxed a little but was still wary. He took Oscar's outstretched hand and sat up on the ground. He looked around and gave Oscar a puzzled look.

"Oh, this is our beach house. We live in the city that's really far away from the ocean and so we come here so we can be on the beach. Do you like it?"

Mer looked around and lifted his lip a little. He had never been inside of a 'beach house' so he didn't really have any type of opinion. There was a lot of stuff that he didn't know what it was... For a home it seemed cluttered, so he just shrugged. What did his opinion matter anyway?

Oscar smiled and sat on the couch. "I guess it doesn't really matter if you like it or not, huh?" Mer looked back at him. "My parents bought a bunch of this stuff before my mom died, so we put it up as best as we could. My mom was a good designer but Dad's not the best."

Mer was about to try to ask what happened to Oscar's mother when Isaiah walked out of the kitchen.

"Are you alright? I heard a lot of commotion a minute ago."

Mer pointed to the coffee table accusatorily. Isaiah chuckled.

"I see. Hit your head on the coffee table." Mer nodded. "That happens more often than you'd think. Are you hungry?" Mer nodded. "So... I have an odd question for you: do merfolk eat fish?"

Mer got this look of alarm on his face and seemed genuinely insulted but then he smirked and gave a thumbs up. Isaiah had to laugh.

"You got me. I thought I insulted you." Mer smiled. "So, is it raw or cooked?"

Mer turned his head. He didn't know what cooked was.

"How about I give you both and you can tell me which one tastes better."

Mer nodded and Isaiah left the room. Oscar stood up and held out his hand again.

"I'll help you back onto the couch. It's hard on the floor."

Mer wasn't sure what a 'couch' was, but if it was the fluffy thing he had been on early then he was sure he could get back on it himself. He turned and put his claws it he fabric, but he was having a tough time still getting a good grip on it. Oscar pulled back his hand and just watch Mer struggle to get back on the couch. He wasn't sure why Mer didn't let him help him, but he figured it was a matter of principal on the merman's part. Finally, after what seemed like a longer time than necessary, Mer turned around on the couch, panting.

Oscar clapped. "You did it. Way to go."

Mer rolled his eyes when he spotted something shiny on Oscar's wrist. The light glinted off of the plain silver bracelet and Mer's pupils seem to widen at the shiny object. Oscar was confused as to why he seemed so fixated on his hand when he looked down at it.

"You like my bracelet?" Mer looked up at him and nodded. "It was a gift from my mom. It was the last thing she gave me."

Mer's ears flared a little and then he moved his mouth. He looked like he wanted to say something... Mer pat his chest where his heart was, a questioning look on his face.