Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

The sound insulation effect of the hotel is very worthy of its price. After the police left and closed the door, the room was quiet and no noise could be heard.

Triton didn't fall asleep, he was just a little dizzy, drowsy, half dreamy, half awake, when Reid went to close the door, he turned around and saw him sitting on the bed with a confused face, most of the baggy bathrobe was loose, most of his chest and waist were exposed, and the lights Dazzlingly white in the dark.

"Shall I dry your hair for you?" Reid tentatively touched his head, and in exchange for the Siren's affectionate rubbing, Triton in a drunk state looked extraordinarily obedient, like a wet sleepy pup. large dogs.

Seeing that he didn't show any signs of drinking madness, Reid heaved a sigh of relief, and turned to get the hair dryer in the bathroom, but before taking two steps, he felt the increased weight on the hem of his clothes, and when he lowered his head, he was facing a pair of pitiful gray hair filled with moisture. blue eyes.

"I'm just going to get something, let go?" Reid tried helplessly to get rid of the hand that was clenched tightly on the corner of his clothes, but to no avail, Reid had to try to discuss with Triton, Triton puffed up his cheeks and blinked, as if the next second can shed tears.

Inexplicably, Reid felt that the person in front of him was like Little Jack, the son of the Hotch family. Every time he stared at people softly with tears in his eyes, even the most hard-hearted person in the world would have to stare at him like that. My heart softened.

Let's hope that drunk Triton is as easy to coax as little Jack.He prayed silently in his heart, stroking Triton's hair, and said softly, "I'm just going to the bathroom, let me go, okay?"

His tone is not harsh, but very firm. Just like educating disobedient children, you can't scold loudly, but you must not make him feel that he can be on your head.

Authority, guidance, patience, Reid muttered these key words quietly, squatting down and looking into Triton's eyes.

"good."

This sentence seemed to have a special magical power. As soon as the words came out, Triton, who was still tilting his head in thought, reluctantly let go of Reid's clothes corner, and pulled the quilt with a face full of grievances.

"Don't move around, I'll be right back." Wrapping the man who had already lost most of his body with a quilt, Reid stood up straight and hurried to the bathroom.

He found the hair dryer in the bathroom cabinet, and immediately walked back to the bedroom. The "quilt roll" on the bed was still sitting obediently, like a dog ordered to "Stay" by the owner, honestly waiting in the original place with its tail between its legs. On the ground, the eyes stared at the direction the master left without blinking.

Then, when his master (not) appeared in view again, he immediately showed a happy smile, with the corners of his mouth curled up, looking a little silly.

This is the first time Reid has seen Triton like this. After all, the image of the Siren in front of him has always been gentle, elegant and powerful. Occasionally, a little evil is also calm and composed, which has already controlled the overall situation, which made him completely unexpected. There's this... unexpected side.

The momentary status reversal caused Dr. Reid to develop a subtle paternal mentality, and his tone became softer when he spoke.

He sat by the bed and plugged in the hair dryer, beckoned to Triton who was staring at him eagerly, "Come here." Then he caught the large Triton dog that was excitedly rubbing over him, but fortunately he was drunk Triton was very obedient, and soon sat upright with his legs bent under his instructions, and let him blow his hair with his head down.

Siren's hair is very smooth and smooth, which ensures that they will not be entangled by corals or other things when they swim in the sea. It is long enough to make a few small curls until the back of the shoulders. Under the warm wind of power, it gradually became fluffy and soft, and it was loosely draped over Triton's shoulders.

The hair is not particularly long, and it will cover the slightly protruding butterfly bone on the back. It is curled and outlines a sharp dividing line between black and white. You can see the smooth and neat back line when you lower your head, and the side of the neck covered by the hair is more elegant like a swan.

I brushed my hair with my fingertips and dried it carefully with a hair dryer. I shook my head under my hand and yawned a little, probably really sleepy. As soon as Reid turned off the hair dryer, he immediately buried himself in the quilt, rubbing left and right. Wrapping himself up, he blinked and stared at Reid expectantly.

Probably because he was afraid that Reid would not understand what he meant, he deliberately moved to the side of the bed, stretched out a hand and patted the quilt.

"Uh...you want me to come?" Reid guessed.

Nod, nod.

"..." The bed in the hotel is definitely more than enough for two people. Dr. Reid, who is as upright as a steel pipe, didn't think about anything else at all. After a little thought, he took off his coat, shoes and socks and climbed up.

——To be honest, he was exhausted after two consecutive days of suffering.

So he really fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

A contented large dog. Triton lingered and leaned against Reid, generously covering half of the quilt he was wrapped in for Reid, lying on the pillow, blinking and staring at the sleeping Reid non-stop.

His human beings are by his side. Although he was so drunk that he almost lost his normal sense, he still quickly understood the meaning of this cognition, and happily released his mental power to capture the breath left in the air, and the bubble of happiness Bubble gurgling came out from his heart.

The insatiable sea monster rubbed against his human again, put his head on his hands and looked at it for a while, leaned over and kissed the soft cheeks of the sleeping human twice, dubbed himself and made a chirping sound, as happy as It is a child who bought a favorite toy.

However, Dr. Reid didn't sleep well this time. He dreamed that he had a super-sized dog that licked his face every day. , and always making noise when I was reading a book so that I couldn't concentrate.

For example, right now, he is sitting by the warm fireplace with a book in his hands, but the dog beside him keeps whimpering and rubbing back and forth, and he hasn’t been able to see what’s written in the book for a long time, it’s unbearable Then he grabbed the dog's head, pressed it into his arms, rubbed it vigorously, and murmured a few words to make it behave better and not move around.

The dog in his arms seemed to struggle a few times in dissatisfaction, but soon calmed down and huddled in his arms without moving.

"So good." He murmured a few words of praise, bowed his head and kissed the big dog's furry head like a reward, and flipped through the books in his hand contentedly.

The fluff in his arms didn't move except for rubbing against each other from time to time.

So, a good night's sleep.

When the next day was about to dawn, the dog that had been obedient in the dream all night suddenly came out of his arms. He was careful not to move much, but Reid, who was immersed in the book, immediately responded, "Where are you going?" Subconsciously asked, but the big fluffy dog ​​just ran into the darkness without looking back.

Reid stood up and wanted to chase, but he suddenly woke up with a strong sense of weightlessness.

It was a dream... A faint light shone through the curtains on his eyelids, he sat up in a trance and looked around, trying to find yesterday's memory from his sleepy brain.

"Did it wake you up?" Triton's voice interrupted Reid's memory, because of the hangover, his voice was still a little hoarse, he asked while buttoning up his shirt, with a gentle and polite smile on his half-turned face , It's a different person from the childish look last night.

"No, no." Reid touched his nose and got up from the bed, picked up his coat and walked outside, "I'll wait for you outside first."

"Okay." Triton adjusted his neckline in the mirror, and replied lightly, "Breakfast should have been served, you can eat first."

Reid nodded, and thoughtfully helped Triton close the bedroom door after going out.

"Huh..." From the corner of the eye, Triton let out a long breath after seeing the door closed, with a look of annoyance and embarrassment on his face.

His wine quality is always good, he falls asleep when he is drunk, he doesn't cry, make noise or make trouble, but this is the situation without taking into account his human bonus, so this time...

I got some sweetness but also fell into a big somersault.

His image...

The siren sighed weakly, wanting to tuck himself back into the quilt and do it all over again.

Reid in Triton's tangled living room didn't know it at all. He was eating breakfast while watching the morning news on TV. The headline was naturally that the police had caught a serial killer who committed multiple crimes in Miami recently, with an overview and analysis of the entire case. The guns and cannons surrounding the BAU members made him inexplicably glad that he didn't go back to the police station with him yesterday.

For the most part, BAU agents don't like the meddling media.

The hotel's breakfast is very worthy of its price. When Reid finished eating the third croissant, Triton, who was huddled in the room and pretended to be autistic, finally opened the door and walked out, "Sorry, I took care of things a little bit." He laughed He said, pulled out the chair and sat down and poured himself a cup of coffee.

The man in front of the table is tall and straight, with a light-colored shirt and a dark-colored suit jacket. Although suits and leather shoes are not worn all year round, except for the women's clothing that he encountered once in a while, most of his clothes are so neat and steady. Standards, ties, tie clips, cufflinks, watches, square scarves, men's small accessories all stay where they should be, rigorous without any mistakes, everything is not too inconspicuous, but the same price is expensive.

Reid glanced enviously at Triton's well-fitting suit. He was thin and often couldn't hold up in a suit.

"Are you leaving today?" Triton asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Well, it's over at the police station." Reid nodded, "The plane at twelve noon."

"Then I'll take you there." Triton threw two pieces of sugar into the coffee and stirred casually, "Anyway, my lecture doesn't start until 02:30 in the afternoon." Seeing that Reid seemed to be refusing, he added naturally He said, "Just thank you for taking care of me last night. After all, my wine has always been..." He seemed a little embarrassed by his drunken gaffe, he shrugged his shoulders and didn't continue, looking a little embarrassed and helpless.

"Actually, it's nothing..." Reid reassured. In his opinion, Triton is really easy to deal with when he's drunk. Drunks who are easy to coax and obey are rare animals these days.

"It's fine if you don't mind." Triton laughed, picked up the coffee pot and refilled a cup of coffee for him, then turned the topic of drunkenness away, "It's still early, where are you going?"

It was only eight o'clock in the morning, so it was too early to go to the airport immediately.

"..." Reid frowned and thought about it, then looked at Triton, "Do you have any recommendations?"

"Cuban food, Brazilian jazz, maybe a hot beach?" Triton raised his chin a few times before changing the subject with a smile, "Of course, I think you'd like this better." He shook his hand As expected, he saw his human eyes light up.

Who could say no to a Doctor Who-themed anime meeting, at least his humans would never say no.