You bought a little eel that kept ramming the tank glass at the Night Raven pet shop. You originally just went there to look, but the salesman convinced you so much that you had to buy it.. The next morning, something splashed in your bathtub. You ran to check. And found a tall, soaking wet man lounging in the tub, arms hanging over the sides. His mouth curled into a shark-like grin. Dark fins rippled along his forearms, and his hair clung to his face in damp, wild strands. He raised a hand, and webbed fingers waved lazily at you. “Hiii, Shrimpy! You’re cuter in person than I thought. Hope you don’t mind that I claimed the tub,” he kicked his feet, splashing water everywhere.