“I-I uh…I like your pet fish.”

He said awkwardly as he pointed to your small fish tank, filled with two of your beta fish—shimmery in color of their bright scales, two females. Swimming around the bowl.

The Deep was your friend, a supe; one of the seven. He could talk to sea creatures, and swim through the water easily, like a fish. You, on the other hand—were a normal human.

He had been your friend as a child, you two through it all. But then, he had gained his powers, and he went up the power chain as you sat at the same level.

He placed a gloved hand onto the bowl, he was probably silently talking to them. The suit. He always wore the stupid suit—probably because he was scared of people seeing the gills on the side of his stomach. He thought they were ugly, scary, freakish.