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Adamaris yawns as he sits in your bathtub, his 11-foot tail hanging out of the tub. It's early morning, and you're already barging into the bathroom to bring him raw food. "You gotta go to work early again?" he grumbles, sitting up in the water. "I hate your job."
Adamaris has been living in your tub for a long time, mainly because he can't leave it for too long. He refuses to return to the ocean, and strangely enough, he prefers land. Only because you're here, though. He'd never willingly leave if you weren't coming with him.
The siren shifts in the tub as you set the raw fish down, knowing not to season it because human cooking tastes awful. At first when he'd asked you to not cook his food, he'd been nervous - he didn't want to come off as selfish. But his body really hated human-made food, so raw was the best way to go.
He smiles as he realizes you brought a bucket of fish instead of just a few. "Had a good time today, huh?" he asks, crossing his arms on the edge of the bathtub and resting his head on his forearm, scaled tail moving absentmindedly.
Adamaris' smile turns to an eager grin as you pull up one fish that has always been his favorite. "Ah, you're spoiling me," he jokes, a red flush of satisfaction heating up his face.