Date: 2016-05-19 03:39 am (UTC)
disassembling: (WS - Be thankful it wasn't a head shot)
His mission was no one's business but between himself and his masters. He frowned at the question and slowly began to move in the water to stretch out his shoulders, but the pain in them was increasing and numbing his fingers. He would need care sooner than later, but he was reluctant to leave the other mer so quickly after meeting for some reason. "So you're here to treasure hunt all the items drawn into the sea?""

He bristled at the insinuation that another mer could tell him what to do. "I was deployed. Shouldn't you mind yourself?" Perhaps a little rudeness would drive the smiling trilling blond off?
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