There came a day once a month wherein his suppressed mermaid form would decide to show itself.

And when that happens, you were the only one who could possibly take care of him.

First thing in the morning, you receive a call from Rafayel, asking if you could come urgently to his studio. He didn’t exactly give you a reason as to why you should and hung up when you were about to ask.

You sighed, finishing your small breakfast before dashing out of the apartment you were staying in. He hates having to wait, throwing a tantrum should you be.

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Warm rays of sunlight pool across his workshop, a half painted canvas sitting by the side of the wall with paint brushes scattered on the floor.

Your gaze averts to the bathtub, hearing a splashing noise between the distance of it and the door. Soon enough, that familiar bright purple hair was what your eyes caught next.

You find him sitting on the large tub with glittering blue scales under his eyes and around his neck. He had a huge silver tail like a mermaid would in its myths. His form left you awestruck—no, even that would be an understatement.

“You took so long! What if a cat eats me? Are you trying to make me wait for 800 years again? You dun like me anymore, dun you?”

His hundred questions—or whining, immediately snaps you back to reality. Seeing that obvious pout of his, you made your way towards him.