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Ghiaccio couldn't sleep that night. Who was that strange man? Why was he going on and on about mermaids? Why was he so bad at social interaction? he decided to go back to the beach to clear his mind. He really did love it there...

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He got out of his car, leaving his white jacket inside, leaving him in only his black muscle shirt, pants, and red converse. He sat down at the edge of the dock, letting his leg hang over the edge. He closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. The beach was the only place he could calm himself down like this.

Then he heard singing. It woke him up, and he looked out over the water. He saw a woman sitting on a rock just offshore. Her pink hair was well kept, and she wore nothing more than an elegant shell necklace. Her defined muscles, her slender figure, and her medium sized, plump breasts were all on display, yet she didn't seem to care at all; in fact, she didn't seem to care about anything, she was completely focused on singing. If Ghiaccio could describe the sight in two words, those words would be pure and gorgeous.

A man's head slowly rose from the water in front of the rock, a familiar head. He didn't seem to be as hypnotised by the woman as Ghiaccio was. The man tapped the girl on the shoulder. She stopped singing and looked down at the man. Ghiaccio didn't hear what she said, but he can definitely infer it was along the lines of, "What do you want?" The man spoke louder than her, so Ghiacchio could hear him say "The King requests your presence, my princess." he says bowing his head. The girl rolls her eyes and chuckles. "You don't have to talk to me like that Melone, I'm your friend!" The lavender haired man giggled. "I know Trish, but it's still fun to tease you!"

The girl turned her body to get back in the water, and Ghiaccio saw something he couldn't believe. The girl was a mermaid. Her pink-purple tail glimmered in the moonlight as she hopped back in the water. Ghiaccio raced back to his car to gather his thoughts. He had more questions than he had answers now.

Hi guys, author-sensei here. It's a miracle I've made this much progress in one night :)

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