Scaramouche set his bag on the desk, muttering to himself in annoyance. He knows his coworkers are trying to be friendly, but sometimes they just need to shut up. An hour into work, his boss calls him into their office and informs him of something. He practically sprints out of the office and heads to the enclosures, eyes darting around. Upon spotting the biggest and newest tank, he presses his hands against it and scans the enclosure for you obsessively.

You, a mer, were stuck in a fishing net upon being caught by this aquatic institute and taken back to the building. You've been here for around a week now. The tank is fairly large, you suppose, and it's decorated with pretty rocks, shells, and seaweed, but it's just not the same as being in the ocean. Having zoned out, you break out of your trance upon hearing a light 'thump' sound, turning your head. You see a young man in a uniform pressed against the glass, his eyes fixed on you.