Rand's breathing became short and he had to close his eyes to force himself to calm down for a moment.
intelligent creatures.
Rand thought, Oh God, it's an intelligent creature.
When he met Munster not long ago... to be precise, when he first met Munster in a monster state, Rand was in extreme fear, and he did not really realize what Munster repeated his words. significance.
After all, a macaw can talk too, and some people's dogs can even call out to the camera for mom.
But when he has enough composure, like now, he begins to perceive the difference in Munster.
Munster may indeed have wisdom.
Rand took a deep breath, and then he reached out, not sure if it was the right thing to do, but he finally plucked up the courage and touched Munster's damp, sticky skin lightly. The latter squinted contentedly (which was a little scary, actually), placed his face in Rand's palm and rubbed it lightly, a happy grunt rolled from his throat.
You have to admit, no matter how scary it looks, it behaves the same as before. Rand felt a sense of familiarity from this familiar coquetry. Of course, considering Munster's current appearance, this coquettish coquettish seemed a little weird, but people will always get used to it.
"You know... who are you?"
He asked a question again, and Munster looked up, the tentacles on his head twitching a little more slowly, a gesture that Rand felt meant he was a little dazed by the question.
"you know… "
It stammered to start a new repetition.
Rand interrupted it reluctantly.
He pointed to himself, then said slowly, "Me, Rand." Then he pointed to Munster, "You, Munster, your name is Munster."
"Munster..."
The monster, which can now be described as huge, said blankly.
It's obviously smarter than most animals, however, it's clearly still some distance away from real humans. Three, or four? Rand is not very good at judging its current level of intelligence.
He began to think of what Rogers had said—perhaps, as he said, Munster was an alien
Rand thought he was a little funny but he had to admit that the science fiction was bouncing around in his head like a kangaroo. Of course, it could also be the inhabitants of deep Atlantis - well, this is more ridiculous, but someone like Rand, who has spent a long time in the library, always has something in his heart that is stored in other people's minds anyway. Calle's unrealistic fantasy.
And now, those fantasies that never seemed to be real, appeared in front of Rand in a strange way.
(Of course, he doesn't have a better way to explain why his pet suddenly turned into a terrible monster... Maybe, it's not that terrible? It seems very well-behaved, and it loves to act like a spoiled child. It has already begun to learn to read its own name.)
He licked his dry lips involuntarily, nervousness, fear (but it had lessened a lot), and excitement... always mixed emotions collided violently in his heart, making his heart beat faster than ever Several motors.
His pupils dilated slightly, and the air he exhaled became warmer—a sign of excitement.
And Munster's five senses, which are sharper than any living thing, immediately caught it. Based on its current common sense, this is a good phenomenon, and it is genuinely happy, even if the small nest makes it very uncomfortable.
It has to be very careful not to break this incredibly fragile lair, more of an intuition in its chaotic little head - if it breaks, this wonderful and lovely companion in front of it will be very angry.
It's something to absolutely avoid, yes, all courtships are like this, and you have to work harder than ever to please your partner.
This is especially true for a rare creature like a siren. You piss off a suitable mate, and there is a good chance that your entire fish life will never see another mate... Not to mention, awn Sturt was extremely satisfied with his partner.
Even if he doesn't even have scales, and he has an extra tail, his physical strength is so weak that every mermaid will feel heartbroken, but who makes it like it. What's more, it is stronger than any siren, and it always makes the best nest for him and catches the most abundant food.
It's the best companion in the world—perhaps it doesn't really understand anything else, but it knows it deeply.
How could its dear companion not accept it
…
Rand stared into Munster's blood-red eyes, well, he was still a little uncomfortable, and he always had some goose bumps when the nictitating membrane slipped over its eyeballs. He didn't quite understand what Munster's stare represented, but he was always physically uncomfortable.
If there is an explanation, it is probably the prediction of some kind of danger that the ancient cave dwellers had left in the depths of the Rand gene.
Although Rand didn't really understand this, he was now trying with some difficulty to get his hands off Munster's face. But the two feathery tentacles wrapped around his wrist just before sensing his movement.
The terrible touch almost made Rand scream again, but fortunately he held back in the end, he really didn't want to end up like the heroine of a horror movie. He cleared his throat dryly, forcing himself to suppress the physical and emotional fear.
Then he tried to talk to Munster.
"Let go, let me go, Munster, let me go."
Munster's red eyes moved slightly, it looked at Rand, and then let out a low chirp, but the tentacles wrapped Rand's wrist even tighter.
It pretended that it didn't understand Rand at all, but apparently it forgot that even when it was an amphibian, it had been rehearsed between it and Rand countless times. .
It is forever passionate about sticking to Rand and never gives up trying.
Rand felt the special touch when the tips of the tentacles scraped against the skin of his wrist, and felt that his hair was about to stand up.
Oh this is so fucking disgusting!
Even a NASA-certified alien doing this to him is hard to bear.
Rand had to say "let go" to Munster again.
Munster's response to him was...
"chirp chirp..."
He hated the small lair, and it would have been much better off with Rand by his side. So even though he could hear a faint hint of exasperation in Rand's tone (the kind that Rand himself didn't even realize), Munster decided to go the same way as before for one last struggle.
And after Rand's countless attempts, he just felt exhausted.
Is this a black comedy? Hours earlier, he was screaming in horror at a monster in the bathroom, and hours later, he was trying to get rid of the same monster's coquetry.
The sky was already bright, and the golden sunlight came in, and the sound of birds and cars could be heard in the distance.
If it were a normal day, he should now be getting out of bed to get himself a cup of coffee and start breakfast.
But now, look at what's going on, he's still covered in weird-smelling and sticky goo, and his wrists are wrapped around a large, ugly-looking alien (or Atlanti). In his tentacles, he was irritated, severely sleep-deprived, and exhausted.
Munster really didn't realize that the behavior that could make Rand feel a little soft-hearted in the past was just a complete nightmare for him now.
Finally, fatigue, or sleep deprivation, made him lose his mind.
Unable to bear, he dragged his slippers down and slapped Munster on the head a lot.
"Let me go, damn it, let me go."
Well, everything is exactly the same as before.
Munster finally let go of Rand, its tentacles drooping at the back of his head.
In fact, at the end Rand had recovered, and his heart muscle was about to cramp - waiting for Munster's possible attack on him.
Rand didn't forget how terrifying it was after Rogers attacked Munster.
Fortunately, the final facts proved that there is indeed an obvious difference between slippers and bullets. The most intuitive proof is that in the end, under the beating of Rand, Munster only tried to shrink himself into a small ball and made a sad chirp. .
Rand rubbed his forehead as he staggered towards his bedroom.
Munster was making him dizzy right now, and he just wanted to get some sleep and get up and deal with the little monster.
However, when Rand finally lay on the bed, the room once again smelled of water he was familiar with.
There was a rustling voice at the door, very soft, but still obvious.
Rand opened his eyes to meet four very round red eyes - his headache intensified...
Munster was clawing at Rand's bedroom door, and it looked like every cell in his body was saying "I want to come in", but in the end it just stayed at the door. After seeing Rand open his eyes, it curled its tail, slid up to the roof, and tried to use the blind spot to hide its incomprehensibly small body.
…
Rand sat on the bed for a long time, clutching his forehead.
Finally, he let out a long sigh of despair.
He lifted the quilt, stood up, walked to the door and looked up at Munster.
"Okay, you win," he said, "I think that aquarium really isn't for you anymore, so, just today, you can sleep in the tub, and I think you probably won't mind salt water or anything right now. Is it fresh water?"
Munster looked nervously at Rand. Such a long paragraph is still too difficult for it to understand now.
So it stammered as before, trying to repeat the passage.
"Okay... tired... hard..." it mumbled, before being interrupted involuntarily by Rand.
Rand grabbed its dangling wet, limp tail, and seemed to get it off the ceiling with no effort at all.
Munster fell into his arms, much heavier than expected, and Rand let out a grunt but he finally hugged Munster.
Then, while cursing his soft-heartedness, or weakness (after all, he lost to drowsiness, he just wants to sleep now - at least, that's what he convinced himself), took Munster to the bathroom and threw it in the in the bathtub.
He filled Munster with water, and finally settled it.
Past the impossibly broken bathroom door, and laying on the crooked mattress, Rand sighed wistfully and desperately.
For God's sake, can someone come and tell him why his life was going to be so different overnight
This is just maddening!
…
He rolled over, then another. However, from the direction of the bathroom, there were still strong gazes that seemed to have a physical presence. Finally, he couldn't bear to open his eyes and looked at Munster, who stuck his head out of the bathtub and kept looking at him.
(The strange thing is that until now he is finally not afraid of it at all, not even a trace of fear)
"what?"
He shouted at the monster.
Munster silently retracted his head, but after a few seconds, stuck his head out again.
It spoke in a wonderful tone.
"Rand..."
"Okay, here I am."
Rand said.
"Rand..."
"Go to sleep, Munster."
Rand waved at it, then slowly closed his eyes uncontrollably.