ink was slowly swimming around his tank, sometimes doing some kind of loop or circle from boredom. he liked to sometimes spook the visitors by snapping at the glass, but never actually tried to hurt them.

it was late in the evening, so there weren't too many visitors, and if there were any, most of them were leaving since it was closing time soon. Though ink suddenly remembered something, since he was pretty forgetful, he remembered that tonight he was supposed to get some tank buddy, or something like that, another mer, though they weren't here yet. And they'd probably bring them in on the second floor where the tank was open, same place where they'd feed him.