Meet Him Again

XIII

So the super lovey-dovey couple ended up grossing out the entire sea palace population with their overzealous display of affection. It is been seven days since Cale and the others arrived, and the seaweed in the Sea Palace is insufficient to feed a large crowd.

The sea emperor was never seen without the redhead on his lap, being fed by the redhead, or simply idling around disgustingly glued together, even during meetings.

"Amazing. I didn't know Cale had such a side to him." Clopeh frowned and watched his friend in disgust. They'd been friends for two years already but he had never seen him act like a coyly-coquettish--cutesy-wek boy at all.

Other than beating up people who irk him, he's quite rude to people he doesn't know! He had flowers everywhere, and he would blush now and then and smile sheepishly while stealing kisses from the old fish cheeks. He couldn't comprehend the might of that love. It was just a passing remark that love could go against the tides, but he didn't think his bastard of a friend had done the impossible. On the other side, there are old men drinking tea. Nah, Clopeh was even more shocked about Eruhaben's age and all.

"And here I thought I was crazy."

"Don't worry, they're crazier than you are unless you want to compete," Eruhaben snarks while raising a brow, placing the teacup in front of him. This old dragon's savagery is at its finest.

Clopeh was excited to meet these kinds of creatures. He didn't think legends would still exist after a very long time. He couldn't keep his excitement when he learned that the deep sea creature Cale told him his fiance was the oldest monarch in the world.

He's happy to meet a legend of the past!

"If I am crazy, what do you even call yourself?" Ronan snarks, "I haven't seen a golden noodle willingly become a sea noodle."

Eruhaben raises an eyebrow.

"So? And who's the old fishy fart that goes for youngsters?" Eruhaben snarks.

"No matter who this fishy fart is, I'll be a cradle snatcher no matter what age my partner will be. I'm three thousand and four hundred sixty-six already. Try giving me someone older than me then who could be your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather." Ronan snickers.

A small palm landed on Ronan's cheeks. Those small fingers pinched his cheeks and he was met with a huge frown.

"That won't do." The jealous little koala fumes, "You're mine."

"Yes... Yes. Yours." Ronan huffs and chids the koala.

Eruhaben rolled his eyes and looked at Shickler and Ron, who were already used to this nagging. And slurps some tea with a sound.

Ronan's fins landed softly on Eruhaben's cheeks, "Don't be too naggy. It ruins your handsome face. You're old enough to worry about your appearance."

Eruhaben simply huffed and arrogantly supported his confidence. "At least I am handsome."

"So... Who is this white-haired, koala?"

"Meet Clopeh Sekka; he is the best friend I made when I first started Galleon Trading." Cale smiled. When Cale established the galleon and luxury cruise business, Whitara approached him and signed a contract for exclusive use of the sea route. As a result, the Whales had been watching over all of his ships and assisting him in the event of an emergency. He had no idea why they helped him so much, but he knew it was because of Ronan.

Clopeh stood up straight and bowed his head, "Greetings to the Emperor of the Sea, I am Clopeh Sekka from the Paerun Kingdom in the North, and it is an honor to meet a legend like you."