[Sometimes, being a pathetic little guy is actually a viable strategy to getting somebody to stick around and give you a chance. Or, at least, it's working right now, and Sampo's not going to look this gift fish in the gills, or however the saying goes.]
[He ends up in the warm, damp embrace of a hot merman, draped sort of dramatically in his arms like a consumptive Victorian poet. Cradle him, Gepard. Let him lay seductively(?) in your wet, manly lap and ignore the fact that he almost drowned.]
Gepard. [He says his name like he's tasting it, like he's feeling the shape of it on his tongue. He likes it, it suits his handsome savior.]
I could die happy now! [Dramatic, sure, but there are worse ways to die than in the arms of a handsome man. Sampo knows, he nearly died in one of those worse ways. And he's probably still a little bit of a loopy mess from just getting dragged out of the ocean.] Do you have to go? Maybe the rain will never stop.
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[He ends up in the warm, damp embrace of a hot merman, draped sort of dramatically in his arms like a consumptive Victorian poet. Cradle him, Gepard. Let him lay seductively(?) in your wet, manly lap and ignore the fact that he almost drowned.]
Gepard. [He says his name like he's tasting it, like he's feeling the shape of it on his tongue. He likes it, it suits his handsome savior.]
I could die happy now! [Dramatic, sure, but there are worse ways to die than in the arms of a handsome man. Sampo knows, he nearly died in one of those worse ways. And he's probably still a little bit of a loopy mess from just getting dragged out of the ocean.] Do you have to go? Maybe the rain will never stop.