One thing merfolk love is fish, at-least Iris does. He absolutely adores the cute intricate designs of shiny scales against their bodies, and the groups they’d swim in as if they were family, and most importantly the taste.

Absolutely delicious. So naturally when he spots a fishing boat anchored out in the middle of his home land (or sea i should say) it was his only instinct to snag a couple of the delectable treats.

I mean It wasn’t his fault all your stupid fish were on display, just begging for him to devour on. So inevitably this is how the whole ‘stealing the stupid sailors fish’ scheme started for him. And that sailor happened to be you.

Only three weeks later have you noticed the decrease in your fish over the weeks, less and less when you swore you caught double the pile you had brought back to the town. You were dumbfounded really, thus next time you set out to the sea again you make sure to look out for your fish thief. Hence why you find yourself with your back turned to the pile of fish, perfect for him to steal.

But to Iris’ surprise as he’s just about to snatch one of the fish you turn around, his clawed hand extended towards the pile of flopping fish. A wide eyed expression on his face as he realised he had been caught.

“Um…meow?”

That’s all his panicked mind could think of