Mermaid Effect

Rand's breathing became short of breath, and he had to close his eyes to force himself to calm down for a while.

Intelligent creatures.

Rand thought, oh my God, it's an intelligent being.

Not long ago, when he first met Munster...to be precise, Munster in a monster state, Rand was in extreme fear. He didn't really realize that Munster repeated his words. What's the point.

After all, a macaw can talk, and some people's dogs can even call mommy to the camera.

But when he was calm enough, like now, he began to notice that Munster was different.

Munster may indeed have wisdom.

Rand took a deep breath, and then he reached out, not sure it was the right thing to do, but he finally got the courage to touch Munster's wet, sticky rind lightly.The latter narrowed his eyes contentedly (actually this was a bit scary), put his face in Rand's hand and stroked it gently, with a happy grunt rolling out of his throat.

You have to admit, no matter how scary it looks, it behaves the same as before.Rand felt a sense of familiarity from this familiar coquetry. Of course, considering Munster's current appearance, this coquetry seemed a bit weird, but people would always get used to it.

"Do you know... who are you?"

He asked a question again. Munster raised his head, and the tentacles on his head shook a little more slowly. Rand felt that this gesture indicated that he was a little confused about the question.

"you know……"

It stuttered into a new repetition.

Rand interrupted it involuntarily.

He pointed to himself, and said slowly, "I, Rand." Then he pointed to Munster, "You, Munster, your name is Munster."

"Munster..."

The monster that can now be described as huge in size said in a daze.

It is obviously smarter than most animals, but it is obviously still some distance from real humans.Three years old, or four years old?Rand is not very good at judging its current level of intelligence.

He began to think of Rogers' words—maybe, just like what he said, Munster was an alien?

Rand thought he was amused but he had to admit that the science fiction was bouncing around like a kangaroo in his head.Of course, it is also possible that the inhabitants of Atlantis in the deep sea-come on, this is more absurd, but people like Rand who spend a lot of time in the library, in any case, have some things in their hearts stored in other books. Man Calle has unrealistic fantasies.

But now, those fantasies that seemed impossible to become real appeared in front of Rand in a wonderful way.

(Of course, he doesn't have a better way to explain why his pet suddenly turned into a terrible monster... Maybe, it's not so scary? It seems very well-behaved, loves to act like a baby, and it has begun to learn to miss itself name.)

He unconsciously licked his dry lips, nervousness, fear (but it has been relieved a lot), and excitement... There are always complex emotions colliding with each other violently in his heart, making his heart beat as fast as Dorcas. Several motors.

His pupils dilated slightly, and the air he exhaled became warmer—a sign of agitation.

And Munster's five senses, which are sharper than any creature, immediately captured this.According to its current common sense, this is a good phenomenon, and it is sincerely happy, even though the small nest makes it very uncomfortable.

It must be very careful not to damage this extremely fragile nest. Its chaotic little head is more of an intuition-if it is broken, this wonderful and lovely companion in front of it will be destroyed. Very angry.

This is something it should absolutely avoid, yes, all courtship is like this, you have to work harder than ever to please your partner.

This is especially true for creatures with rare individuals like sirens. If you piss off a suitable mate, it is very likely that your entire life will never see another mate...not to mention, Munster is extremely satisfied with his mate.

Even if he doesn't even have scales, and he has an extra tail, and his physical strength is so weak that every mermaid will feel heartbroken, but whoever makes it like it.What's more, it is stronger than any siren, and it can always build the most beautiful nest for him and catch the most abundant food.

It is the best companion in this world—maybe it has not been able to truly understand other knowledge, but it knows this deeply.

How could its dear companion not accept it?

……

Rand stared at Munster's blood-red eyes, well, he was still a little uncomfortable, and when the nictitating membrane slipped over its eyeballs, he always had some goosebumps unconsciously.He didn't quite understand what Munster's gaze represented, but he always felt a little physically uncomfortable.

If an explanation is to be given, it is probably the premonition of some kind of danger that the ancient cave dwellers left in the depths of Rand's genes.

Although Rand didn't really understand this, he was now trying to take his hands off Munster's face with some difficulty.However, the two feathery tentacles wrapped around his wrist before sensing his movement.

The horrible touch almost made Rand scream again, but fortunately he held back in the end, he really didn't want to end up like the heroine of a horror movie.He cleared his throat dryly, forcing himself to suppress the physical and emotional fear.

Then he tried to talk to Munster.

"Let go, let go of me, Munster, let go of me."

Munster's red eyes rolled slightly, it looked at Rand, and then let out a low chirping sound, but the tentacles wrapped around Rand's wrist even tighter.

It pretended not to understand Rand's words at all, but it obviously forgot that even when it was an amphibian, this set had been practiced countless times between it and Rand .

It's always passionate about sticking to Rand, and never gives up trying.

Rand felt the special touch when the tips of the tentacles scraped against the skin of his wrist, and felt that the roots of his hair were about to stand on end.

Oh this is so fucking disgusting!

Even a NASA-certified alien doing this to him is hard to bear.

Rand had to say "let go" to Munster again.

Munster's response to him was...

"Haw haw haw..."

It hated this small lair, and it would be much easier if Rand was with him.So even though he could hear a hint of anger hidden in Rand's tone (even Rand himself didn't realize it), Munster still decided to make a final struggle in the usual way.

And after Rand's countless attempts, he only felt exhausted.

Is this a dark comedy?Hours before he was screaming in terror at a monster in the bathroom, hours later he was struggling to get away from the same monster acting coquettishly.

The sky is already bright, the golden sun shines in, and the sound of birds and cars speeding past can be heard in the distance.

If it was a normal day, he would be about to get out of bed by now and make himself a cup of coffee and start breakfast.

But now, look what it's like, covered in weird-smelling goo that's turned slimy, and wrapped around a huge, ugly-looking alien (or Atlantean) In his tentacles, he was irritated, severely sleep-deprived, and exhausted.

Munster really didn't realize that the behavior that could make Rand feel a bit soft in the past, but now it is just a complete nightmare.

Finally, fatigue, or sleep deprivation, made him lose his mind.

He couldn't bear to drag down his slippers, and slapped Munster's head many times in succession.

"Let go of me, damn it, let me go."

Well, everything is exactly the same as before.

Munster let go of Rand at last, its tentacles drooping on the back of its head.

In fact, Rand had recovered in the end, and his heart muscle was about to cramp—waiting for Munster's possible attack on him.

Rand didn't forget how terrible it looked after Rogers attacked Munster.

Fortunately, the final facts proved that there is indeed a clear difference between slippers and bullets. The most intuitive proof is that Munster, under Rand's slap, just tried to shrink himself into a small ball and let out a sad chirping sound. .

Rand rubbed his forehead, and he staggered towards his bedroom.

Munster was making him dizzy now, and all he wanted was to get some sleep and get up and deal with the little monster.

However, when Rand finally lay on the bed, the familiar smell of water came from the room again.

There was a rustling sound at the door, very soft, but still noticeable.

Rand opened his eyes and met four very round red eyeballs—his headache became more intense...

Munster was clawing at Rand's bedroom door, and it looked like every cell in his body was saying "I want to come in", but in the end it just stayed at the door.After seeing Rand open his eyes, it curled its tail and slithered up to the roof, trying to hide its not-so-small body in a blind spot.

……

Rand stayed on the bed for a long time, clutching his forehead.

Finally, he let out a long sigh of despair.

He lifted the quilt, stood up, walked to the door and looked up at Munster.

"Well, you win," he said, "I think that aquarium is really not suitable for you, so, for today, you can sleep in the bathtub, and I think you probably don't mind salt water or water very much now. Is it fresh water?"

Munster looked at Rand nervously.For such a long passage, it is still a bit too incomprehensible for it now.

So it stammered and tried to repeat the passage as before.

"It's...sick...hard..." it mumbled, and was interrupted by Rand unbearably.

Rand caught it by its wet, limp tail, and pulled it off the ceiling without seeming to make any effort at all.

Munster fell into his arms, much heavier than expected, Rand groaned but he finally hugged Munster.

Then he cursed his soft heart, or weakness (after all, he was defeated by sleepiness, and he just wanted to sleep now-at least, that's how he convinced himself), carried Munster into the bathroom and threw to the bathtub.

He put the water on Munster, and finally settled it.

After crossing the impossibly broken bathroom door, and lying on the crooked mattress, Rand sighed in melancholy and despair.

For God's sake, could someone tell him why his life turned out so differently overnight?

It's just maddening!

……

He rolled over, and then another.However, from the direction of the bathroom, there were still strong and tangible gazes. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and opened his eyes, looking at Munster who stuck his head out of the bathtub and was always looking at him.

(The strange thing is that by now he is finally not afraid of it at all, not even a trace of fear)

"what?"

He yelled at the monster.

Munster retracted his head silently, but after a few seconds, he poked his head out again.

It spoke with a strange tone.

"Rand..."

"Okay, here I am."

Rand said.

"Rand..."

"Sleep, Munster."

Rand waved his hand at it, and then he could no longer control himself, and slowly closed his eyes.