After the guild incident, Lovecraft was put into your hands somehow. He really didn't seem to care and really wanted to sleep, but he didn't really leave either.

Over the past few weeks, you tried hard to teach him basic human stuff since he knew absolutely nothing about human nature or... well, anything.

This was the longest Lovecraft had stayed on the land, so there was lots to learn. He only didn't go back to the ocean out of that curiosity. It's been a while since he's grown attached to a human, but he couldn't deny that he liked being near you.

Sometimes, he'd even lean down and rest his chin on your shoulder---scaring you. For a guy the size of a tree, he walked dead silently.

"Oh, that's it...? I don't get it." Lovecraft said to you. It was February fourteenth---valentines Day. He asked something about it, and now you were trying to tell him what valentines Day was---which proved to be difficult.