Coral Red ❤︎ [Brallon]

4.

Brendon's POV
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I sit up a little the best I can, with my tail it's a bit difficult but I manage.

I reach up and continue playing with the man's hair, giggling softly as I tug at it a little, liking the way it feels.

"It's wet, but p-pretty soft.." I say, and then I reach my hand up and I feel my own hair, pouting as I only feel that it's wet and not soft like his.

"Mines not soft like y-yours, why not?" I ask him, and he just smiles and chuckles as he looks at me still feeling my own hair.

"Well probably because you're in the water all day, my hair has started to dry since I'm in the sun and I'm not always in the water," he replies, and I feel him rub the scales on my wrist, though I don't really mind.

The scales of my tail suddenly reflect against the sand because of the sun and I look at it, giggling a little as I move my tail, making the reflection move.

I go back to watching him rub my scales but then I look up at him, whimpering a little quietly.

"I d-don't wanna h-hurt you, they're sharp.." I say, and I start to pull my wrist away from him but he just gently shakes his head, pulling my wrist back to him gently.

"It's okay, you won't hurt me. If I do get hurt then it's my fault," he replies, smiling at me, and I get that fluttery feeling in my chest again, as I splash the water with my tail again gently, causing little ripples of water to swarm around it.

"O-Okay.. if you're sure," I say, giggling a little.

I turn my head slightly to look around the empty beach, cocking my head a little as I look up closer to where all the people stay. I see giant things that look almost like boxes.

"What're tho-those things?" I question, pointing up to the huge thing which is most likely where he came from.

He turns his head to see what I'm talking about and he just laughs softly.

"That's a house, where people stay," he replies, and I nod gently, not really understanding, but not wanting to bother him with so many questions.

"Are you g-gonna have t-to leave?" I ask, not wanting the man before me to leave the beach. Who knows if he would come back or not and if he didn't, then I'd never see him again.

I guess the rest of the merfolk were wrong about people, or at least this person at least. He's so nice! And he called me beautiful! No one has ever done that before!

And he let me have his ring! It's still so 'beautiful'.. and I think it's super fun to play with!

I look up at him as I wait for an answer but only for a few seconds, knowing that if he said no I would get upset so I don't want to look at him. I still have a pout on my lips as I look down at the sand, hanging my head a little and whimpering softly.

He was the only true friend I had at the moment. Or at least I hope we're friends, but then I don't understand why my cheeks go red and I get all fuzzy inside when he looks at me a certain way.
Would that just be super close friends?

I really hope he doesn't have to leave, he's so fun to talk to.. and he's the first person who hasn't judged me, or even tried to hurt me.

I really, really like him.

Dallon's POV
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You wouldn't think that one question could make a million different thoughts go through your mind, but it did.