A tale of mermans and witchdoctors

And then Vincent went BLUH.

I have no excuses.
(Yes I do actually but I don't really wanna talk about it. My life is a mess.)

You know all those human x alien fics (that he absolutely never read, haha... Ha) that make language barriers the easiest thing to get over?

Yeah, well, they all lied.

Two days, and Vincent was becoming kind of desperate.

Scott looked frustrated too, even if he tried not to show it.

For the most important things, like "water", "food", "god help me I need to go to the bathroom right now or I'm gonna piss on your couch I swear" and similar, Scott had learned the English words and, when his different vochal chords mangled too much the words (thing that never failed to fluster him), Vincent had learned to recognize the sounds in the merman's language for them.

However, teaching an intelligent creature a laguage, without knowing said creature's own, was proving to be too difficult for the human. Scott had a good memory, but couldn't wrap his head around certain aspects of English grammar, and the pronunciation was a lost cause.

Not that Vincent was better with trying to learn merman, to be honest, but it was still frustrating as hell.

After three days (and an awkward accident that involved a Steven Universe episode, a crystal goat and a Elvis Presley disc), the young man finally decided to do something about this.

Something he never would've wanted to do.

~~~

"I have something for you!"

"Yeah Fritz, that's cool and all, but I need your help."

"I know."

"No, you don't. At least I think so...?"

"I know what you need. Come at my shop, I'll give it to you."

"..."

"Oh, another thing."

"Yeah?"

"Told you so."

"Fuck you."

~~~

When he came home from Fritz's stupid shop, Vincent was fuming.

Smartass ginger, him and his spooky witchdoctor... seer... powers... thingies.

His anger, though, evaporated like water in Hell when he was met by the image of Scott lying on his couch, the scrunched up face betraying a troubled sleep.

He always forgot that the other male had to be having it way worse than him. He tried to imagine it, being into some not human creature's house, completely helpless, depending on the other for everything, not being able to communicate or even move around without help, and shivered in sympathy.

Not to mention, Scott was far from his home, his friends, his everything.

He looked at him in pity, and moved closer to him to soothingly pat his mop of black, wiry hair. Scott emitted a low crooning sound, face relaxing slightly, and Vincent smiled.

"Scott?"

The merman grumbled, not waking up.

"Scott."

Grumble.

"Dinner."

Scott's eyes opened slowly, making Vincent sigh. Of course that worked.

"Hey, buddy."

The merman grinned sleepily at him (aw, cute) and sat up carefully.

Vincent handed him a pendant, not beating around the bush, and the mer blinked, confused.

Vincent mimicked putting it on, and Scott followed the example, eyes widening, sleepiness completely forgotten as the others thoughts invaded his mind.

Holy shit!

Vincent laughed, a bit overwhelmed.

Holy shit indeed (wow).

Scott grinned even more, and took the pendant in his hand, looking it over.

Where- where did you even get this thing? Oh, wow...

A friend gave it to me. Guess this makes things way easier, huh?

Hell yeah.