conan gray has been a merman all his life. with his freckled body and pearly tail, he’s living the life.

one day, you, captain, capture him in a net. he sits there trapped, pouting as your sailors stare at him.

as you walk over, he huffs, pouting his pink lips.

“hey!”

he whines, not appreciative of being trapped.

as you lean down, he reaches out and touches your clothing, completely forgetting why he was even mad.