Mermaid Effect

Having breakfast with others may be a normal thing for many people.

But for Rand, this incident was quite novel—at least as long as he could remember, it was rare for another person's tableware to appear on his table.

Oh, of course, the time when he lived with Vincent was an exception, but Rand swore that he would rather eat alone for the rest of his life than endure the torture of having breakfast with Vincent.

Let's make that initial statement a little more precise.

As far as Rand could remember, he had never shared a hearty breakfast with another human being.

His adoptive parents were perpetually busy and tired, and many times Rand woke up just in time to see his adoptive mother, the night nurse, slid precariously onto the front porch.And his father seems to be divided into two states, working hard and sleeping soundly.He never had a girlfriend, let alone a close friend. In that poor life, Rand's concept of breakfast was only cheap instant cereal or a leftover sandwich, and those eggs were in sour salad dressing. Rand felt that the reason why he had such deep expectations for coffee might have something to do with the smell of instant coffee in the hands of white-collar workers on the street when he was young...

"Rand?"

Munster stroked Rand's arm with the tentacles on his forehead uneasily, and brought Randall, who was trapped in distant memories, back to the present.

"Feel sorry."

Rand patted his forehead and smiled apologetically at it.

Then he placed Munster's plate of "venison" on the edge of the table.

He allowed Munster the chair and its seat, and then he put his own breakfast beside Munster's plate, and sat down himself.

Rand can pat Munster on the shoulder as long as he reaches out, which is a little too close for a person and a monster (if you have ever looked at any family, you will find that only extremely close families Members share space at such a distance), but the amazing thing is that Rand doesn't feel out of place at all.

On the contrary, it was such a pleasant thing for him to find for the first time that there was another creature sitting there on his right.

Sunshine, the oily aroma of fried eggs and sausages, and great coffee, plus a not-so-empty table.

Everything seemed so just right.

but……

A few minutes later there was a small interlude in this near-perfect rhythm, when Rand was eating his own sausage with a fork, and then he felt a strong look-from the little monster beside him.

It turned its head to look at Rand's behavior in a daze, with a hint of deep inquiry in its eyes.

Rand stopped his fork because of the burning stare, and he met Munster's eyes.

"what happened?"

he asks.

Munster's nimble lizard-like blue tongue quickly passed over its lips, licking off the remaining "deer blood".

"breakfast."

It looked at Rand's plate and said.

"breakfast."

Then, it turned its attention to its own plate, where there was still a small piece of "venison" that had not been eaten.

It took Rand a while to figure out what Munster wanted to say. It seemed that it felt that its food was very different from Rand's food, so it protested aggrieved.

Rand felt the muscles above his brow twitching involuntarily. He tried to explain to Munster, but...

"Hey, your diet is fundamentally different from mine...and to be honest, I really don't know what you should be eating...until I figure that out, I think you should eat what you should eat..."

The volume of Rand's voice gradually became weaker.

Because along with his words, the tentacles on Munster's head that had been upright were drooping at an obvious speed.

Rand felt that he had never seen an animal that expressed the emotion of "depression" so clearly before. Of course, this is not the point... The point is that this kind of behavior really made Rand feel a little bit unsure how to explain it. Guilty and softhearted.

Munster is an intelligent creature after all.

He heard the voice in his body speaking.

And what he is offering it now is undoubtedly pet food-maybe this is the real reason for its protest...

Rand thought.

He looked at what was on Munster's plate, and then moved his eyes away from the bloody fresh meat without a trace.

"So, you want to eat the same thing as me?"

In the end, Rand was defeated by Munster's tentacles (drooping down) and the whimper in his throat (which sounded like a mix of "chirp" and "tweet") in his throat.

Munster's four red eyes roved expectantly over the sausage on Rand's fork.

Rand supported his forehead and sighed: "Well, I really lost to you."

As he spoke, he cut off a section of sausage and handed it to Munster's mouth, and then he watched Munster grinning to both sides with his mouth that could easily be reminiscent of a shark.Munster's mouth bit the sausage...and the stainless steel fork in Rand's hand.

"Oh no--"

Rand didn't even have time to stop, when he heard a toothache.

"Squeak - click".

It was the sound of metal and teeth rubbing against each other and breaking.

"No no no!"

Rand jumped up. He rushed in front of Munster, then reached out and pulled its upper and lower lips, and opened its mouth forcefully.

He found the fork, deformed by chewing, between the monster's third set of teeth.

Thankfully, Munster's teeth looked intact, which made Rand finally heave a sigh of relief. He put his fingers into Munster's mouth and squeezed the small lump of metal.

"God, what the hell are you doing?"

Rand still had the broken handle of the fork in his hand, and the twisted end of the fork in his other hand gave him a splitting headache.

"Chirp?"

Munster moved his body deeper into the chair.

It clearly knew that it was in trouble again, and the best option was to just slip away and slide into its new lair. Rand rarely chased it to the bathroom because he didn't like getting wet.But this morning, something invisible had infected the monster's bewildered head. It just wanted to stay here and eat with Rand.

It finds this very blissful... (although it immediately messes it all up).

"It's dangerous, you just had your teeth replaced, God knows where I'm going to get you a vet if your teeth fall out!"

Rand stood up and threw the useless fork into the trash can. He taught Munster a very severe lesson, and then he returned to the dining table with a brand new fork.

He felt obliged to let Munster learn the correct way to eat (even if it was for the sake of its white teeth, you know, the monster's deciduous teeth were in Rand's drawer, which filled a whole box ).

Rand cut the sausage that had lost its temperature, inserted it, and slowly put it into his mouth.He slowed himself down as much as possible, and his facial muscles were exaggerated.

He hoped that Munster could figure out how to do it. After putting down the fork, he chewed the sausage vigorously, and opened his mouth to show Munster.

"...Chew them and swallow them, but only the food part." He raised the fork and shook it, "This is a tool, not food... Got it?"

Munster looked at Rand silently.

It stretched out its hand a little uneasily, and took the fork from Rand's hand.

It must be said that the behavior of its excessively long fingers became a bit awkward, but Rand was always on the sidelines to help it adapt.Finally, it finally cut a piece of sausage crookedly - and sent it straight to Rand's mouth.

"No, no, no...that's not the case."

Rand avoided Munster's "feeding" with a wry smile.

"I mean, you ate it yourself," he grabbed Munster's hand, it felt cold and damp to the touch, but Rand didn't feel anything wrong at all, he pointed at the piece of meat desperately Explain, "This is...yours, your food, and you put it in your mouth."

Munster blinked his eyes, but it was still stubbornly trying to send the first piece of food it cut to Rand's mouth.

In the end, Rand had to swallow the oversized piece of sausage... He just thought that Munster hadn't figured it out, but after seeing Rand eat the food, Munster suddenly moved his face to the in front of Rand.

His movements were so fast that Rand didn't react at all, he was just surprised to feel something cold and hard on his mouth.

It wasn't until a moment later that he suddenly realized that Munster's mouth was directly on his own.

A blue tongue burrowed into the inside of his mouth.

"Mang - bah..."

Rand felt his heartbeat stop for an instant.

It's hard to describe what it feels like, if you have to, it's like having a live octopus crawl in your mouth.

Rand even licked Munster's tongue. It was moist and had a very light salty taste. After entering the inside of his mouth, those tentacles in the state of sunflowers were attached to his tongue, gums and inner wall. In the midst of it, it brings a very subtle itching...

Time seems to be standing still, this is for Rand.

In fact, in reality, I am afraid that this behavior lasted less than a second. Rand slapped Munster on the face after reacting.He held the little monster's hard head covered with thin scales with both hands, and forcibly tore it off his face.

Then he roared in pain and rushed to the sink, spat in the sink and started rinsing like crazy.

That subtle feeling still lingered in his mouth, making one's scalp tingle.