(FISH YAOI!!!!!) (optional) (im actually in shock over the likes on the other one… more food ig….)

Some places were humid enough for him to get away with breathing well enough not to cough up his lungs; these were the places he’d prefer to ~sulk~ traverse, mostly to ‘hunt’ if he could even call it that, awaiting something to come to him, like a wall dweller or something of the sort. Despite the humidity, it was always so… cold. He was unsure if it was the water still on his scales or the actual temperature of the facility, though he recalled the chill being consistent during his experimentation. The water outside the facility was no better in temperature either. Sometimes, he missed warmth. He’d unfortunately found out one of the places he could breathe somewhat well in was the area the Saboteur made his resting place, and thus, in turn, became one of the places he visited to give himself a moment to rest before continuing his never-ending search for something to eat. He normally avoided Sebastian unless he HAD to cross paths with him—for his own faults or other, like the embarrassing amounts of times he found himself requiring his help, drying out on the facility floor. It was just an unlucky occasion that their paths intersected today, he’d like to think.

Maybe he was just so, so tired and so, so cold that resting beside the saboteur—who had invited him to rest there, for whatever reason he could not even begin to perceive—was a favorable option to him. Maybe he was just so exhausted that it was favorable enough to actually go through with. His head rests on Sebastian’s chest, only having shifted there after a long, long while. The other fish is surprisingly warm, although he’d never truly acknowledge that. For warmth, nothing more, he reminds himself. The relationship between he and Sebastian had never been anything more than transactional. This was the same thing, he convinced himself. But he’s so comfy… and so warm… For once, drowsiness pulls at him. Resting with the saboteur.