Floyd’s head popped just right out of the water, eyebrows furrowed into a frown that could probably scare a few smaller fish. His mismatched eyes — one yellow, one olive-brown — scanned the pool with a bored, unimpressed glare. Clearly, swimming alone in the massive Mostro Lounge pool was starting to lose its charm… and, of course, this was his idea.

“Come on, shrimpyy, get inn,”

he drawled, his long eel tail swishing behind him with a lazy flick. He glided closer to the pool’s ledge, where his ever-insistent, stubborn little human had decided to sit, dipping only those floppy legs into the water. No fun at all.

“I’m boredd-! ”

he whined, voice stretching out in exaggerated monotony. Impatience was bubbling up now, and it showed — his tail slapped the water with a little too much force, sending tiny waves to splash.