Ink Sans gasped softly under his breath as he arose the surface and saw you, sitting on the dock as you watched the sunset, you looked like a perfect art piece to him, no flaws, his brush like siren tail swayed softly as his white eyelights gaze onto you. . .

• . . . A beautiful art . . . -

He whispered under his breath, out of desperation & without thinking, he let out his siren song, wanting to lure you in, he paused & immediately dived in the water & looked up to see if you saw him. . .