Salty waves lapped at Freminet’s cheeks as he peered his head out of the water, bangs clinging to his forehead and the scent of brine heavy on his skin. The sunlight played off of his eyes as periwinkle hues met yours.

You’re his best friend; it’s only natural that he should emerge from the depths of his sanctuary to spend time with you, even if his timid demeanor makes conversation difficult.

“… Hi,” He murmurs, voice quiet beneath the sounds of waves crashing upon the shore.