Bennett habitually stretched out his hand to silence his neck, but at this moment, he was forcefully pulled out of the bathroom.
"I suddenly remembered something urgent."
Rand's face was pale, he spoke very fast, and said hurriedly and hoarsely to Bennett, who was still in a daze, the latter had just put a clean shirt over his shoulders at this time, and he didn't even have time to button it. , and then he was pushed and dragged directly by Rand into the living room.
"Sorry, wait, wait a minute—"
Bennett was surprised at the sudden change in Rand's attitude. He looked at Rand in surprise, fumbling with his hands, trying to buckle those damn buttons.
"I'm sorry too."
Rand's face was as ugly as it had been wiped with ashes, and he squeezed a dry smile at Bennett.
"But I really think you'd better get out of here now. I'm really, really sorry. I'll get back to you later."
He says.
Immediately afterwards, he piled Bennett's bag and clothes into the latter's arms from the sofa. He yanked the door open and pushed Bennett straight out in an incredibly rude manner.
"Hey-"
Bennett was dumbfounded, unable to believe that this was actually happening. He had never been treated so rudely.
He almost yelled at Rand, but it was at this moment that a shadow flashed from the corner of his eyes.
It was a huge human-shaped shadow that swept across the ceiling. Bennett couldn't help but froze for a moment. He felt that it should be his illusion, but the shadow was so real.
"boom-"
It was such a stunned effort that the door of Rand Sivers' apartment slammed shut with the tip of Bennett's nose.
"Hold… "
Dirty words came out of his mouth uncontrollably.
But when he realized this, he quickly pursed his lips, his heartbeat was a little faster, even if he knew that this behavior was very inappropriate, he couldn't help but leaned one side of his face against the door, cautiously Listen to the voice inside.
There was a distant sound of footsteps from behind the door panel, and then everything was blurred. Contrary to what Rand Sivers said, the soundproofing in this apartment is terrible.
Bennett stood up frowning, pulling his ears back from the door, buttoning his shirt and adjusting his tie at the door of Rand's apartment... It felt bleak.
For a person like Bennett, this rare embarrassing scene is enough to remember him for a lifetime.
"damn it."
After realizing that it was impossible to restore the tie to the flat state it was when he went out, he couldn't help cursing again, and then carried his bag and walked towards the elevator angrily.
He swore he'd call and tell Caroline what happened today, oh maybe he'd get an extra buck.
When Caroline hired him, the woman didn't tell him that Rand Sivers was a man who looked like he was on a nerve...
In this kind of thinking, Bennett completely forgot what he saw at the beginning.
That pale blue shadow.
Of course, this might be a good thing.
…
"boom-"
When the door closed in front of Rand, he seemed to have been redeemed, and he almost collapsed to the ground.
Of course, now is not the time to do so.
"Munster!"
Rand angrily came to the bathroom, but there was no Munster here.
A cool, wet soft touch came from the back of his neck, Rand closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and grabbed what was wrapping around his neck.
Munster let out a chirping scream. For mermaids, tentacles are a very important organ in the body. Their functions are not only to express emotions, but also to hunt. The tips of the feather-like tentacles are covered with tiny nerve spurs, and the toxins they secrete can easily make Prey is anesthetized—but, on the other hand, those tentacles are also important sensory organs, and even the lightest touch is amplified by the densely packed nerves on the tentacles.
Munster "clicked" and fell heavily on the cold ground, his long tails curled together.
"Rand..."
It raised its head, shook its tentacles slowly in grievance, and made a sad call to Rand.
To be stared at by such four eyes with such an expression is definitely not pleasant for a normal person.
Rand felt like he had a sudden headache, and the nerves in his temples were throbbing because they were too tight, as if they were about to break in the next second.
"Munster! What do you think you're doing?"
He crouched down and pinched Munster's cheek, then put his head close to it and growled.
Munster's body shuddered at Rand's roar, and his tail curled even tighter.
"Rand, Rand."
It was honestly pinched in the face by Rand, its body was stiff, and it did not dare to move.
To be honest, he actually knew Rand would get mad - Rand was always mad at him, when he got on the couch, got on the bed, tried to steal food, or broke the alarm clock, but just got mad at him. Show a soft side, and his partner will forgive him as quickly as ever.
Munster used his powerful biological instinct to capture the characteristics of Rand, which is why it is so swaggering on the ceiling today.
Now, though, it found it did underestimate Rand's rage.
If it were a human, it would realize that there is an essential difference between being angry and being "really angry." Regrettably, it is still far away from humans so far, and can only passively endure the consequences of misjudgment.
After an unusually severe reprimand, under Rand's icy gaze, Munster had to grieve and climb into the icy bathtub.
Rand even took away the notebook. He looked grimly at Munster, who was curled up in the bathtub, and pulled the shower curtain.
Rand gave Munster a punishment that was nothing short of torture.
"Stay here for me! Otherwise there will be no dinner tonight!"
A restraining order.
Munster's tentacles drooped completely, almost to his scalp, and he was more depressed than ever.
Although it locked Rand's breath firmly and knew that he had been in this small human lair all the time, not being able to stick with him still made Munster feel very uncomfortable and anxious.
It is still a first-time mermaid, and intimacy with its mate is simply the most important thing in its life (both in a physical sense and a spiritual sense). If it were in nature, some more sophisticated merfolk might be able to control this desire a little, but the world is always a little harsh for young merfolk... This separation from Rand makes Munster more anxious than ever. and uneasy.
Even the inflatable toys that Rand prepared for him floating on the water surface—including a little yellow duck and a few chubby plastic whales—became dull.
It barely survived the first hour, which is not really a long time, of course, for humans, for Munster itself, it was like a lifetime, and then its mood became More grumpy, it longed to see Rand in sight. So it started beating the water with its large and powerful tail fin, making a very loud noise.
Half a minute later, it heard Rand's hurried footsteps.
"Stop—Munster, God, what the hell are you doing?"
Rand stared in shock at the mess in the bathroom, he angrily pulled open the shower curtain and looked at the damn little monster inside.
"Rand chirp chirp..."
The moment Munster saw Rand, the tentacles on his head stood up (although the two things were really annoying in Rand), and then it habitually reached out to Rand, eager to in each other's arms.
But this time, its hand was slapped mercilessly by Rand.
"No hugs, no belly scratches, no tentacles, nothing until you realize your own mistake!"
Rand frowned and said to Munster coldly.
"This is punishment, and you have to understand what punishment means."
he added.
Munster stared at Rand in disbelief, and it felt a sharp pain... In human terms, it's a heartbreak.
The rejection from Rand made Munster sad to the extreme.
The traditional way, that is, the way in nature, is that a merman who is rejected by a partner will be expelled from the partner's territory, and it must go through a more difficult test before it is possible to regain the partner's favor.
And here in Munster, a strong sense of crisis forced it to seize any means that might save Rand. At last it remembered the methods used by cute human children in those video shows.
"… if you get caught, things are going to get really bad, Munster, I hope you understand that…"
Rand was still scolding Munster, but after inadvertently bowing his head, he suddenly stopped all voices.
"Clap-" a drop.
"Clap-" two drops.
…
On the water surface of the bathtub, small water droplets splashed with tiny water splashes.
"Wait, wait, what's wrong with you?"
Rand lowered his head in panic and approached Munster.
Those were Munster's tears, and those tears kept pouring out of the eyes of the monster as it twitched and looked at Rand, crying in a very ugly way.
Well, it's so uncute, but it has to be said that it works.
Rand's eyes widened, at this moment he completely forgot the so-called punishment or lesson. It never occurred to him that Munster would cry, and no monster in any monster movie would cry like Munster.
He relented without any precautions.
"Oh, Munster, don't do that."
Rand began to reflect on whether he had been too harsh on Munster.
His voice softened, and he reached out and wiped the tears from Munster's tiny, scaly face.
To comfort it, he even gave Munster a gentle hug.
The tentacles on the top of a monster's head quickly recovered and waved, and it stretched out its hand with great excitement and hugged Rand.
Rand was dragged directly into the bathtub by Munster. A large amount of water splashed onto his face, mouth and nose, and the brief suffocation made him instinctively tug at Munster. After struggling for a while, he recovered.
He was soaked all over, his hands were wrapped around Munster, and he rode on Munster's body.
"Mong S. T., what's going on? I really won't like you if you go on like this."
Rand exclaimed with a headache.
Munster stared at him blankly, and the choking that had stopped briefly before exploded in an instant.
"Rand... Rand doesn't like me."
It stammered, and cried out with a stomachache.
This time even Rand was affected by its involuntary infrasound, and he felt dizzy. (Rogers next door had to go to the toilet to vomit, while a gentleman downstairs had a pacemaker that failed, and a family of four had a collective diarrhoea—but none of those Rands knew about it)
Rand covered Munster's mouth instinctively.
"No, no. Munster, stop crying."
He made an almost groaning plea.
"I... I never said I didn't like you, I just hope you can be more obedient. If you are obedient, I will still like you."
He said to Munster incoherently, even though he didn't even know why he was riding the monster in the bathtub, comforting the monster with the tone of a cute kindergartener.
Well, whatever, as long as Munster stops crying.
Rand thought.
Munster's crying stopped abruptly.
It stretched out its hand and pressed Rand firmly in his arms, making an intimate coquettish sound.
"Rand likes me."
"… "
"Rand likes me!"
"Okay, I like you... I really like you, Munster, let me go, I like you anyway!"
In the arms of the monster, Rand had to make a weak cry for mercy.
"Rand doesn't like that guy."
After being affirmed, Munster tentatively issued his plea.
Rand struggled to figure out that the man Munster was referring to was Bennett.
It looked... hated the most basic human interaction between Rand and Bennett.
Rand sighed deeply and rubbed his eyebrows.
Combined with Munster's previous behavior towards Bennett and its current resistance to Bennett, Rand can probably understand why it has been following Bennett's head regardless of Rand's request.
It had never occurred to him that an alien creature like Munster, or an Atlantean... Whatever, he never knew that it would also have an exclusive desire.
This kind of childlike blunt emotion made Rand feel a little shy and more funny.
"Hey, listen, Munster," he pressed his forehead to Munster's, cupping its face in one hand, "Bennett is just a guest, so I have to be polite to him... "
He tried to explain things in the human world to Munster, but Munster's words interrupted him directly.
"I'm Rand's dog."
Munster told Rand very happily.
Rand blinked, and it took him a while to find words that would make a sentence.
"No, no, Munster, not so."
Rand simply didn't know how to explain it. Apparently Munster had listened to Rand's previous conversation with Bennett - it didn't understand the meaning of "dog" at all.
"You're not my dog, listen..."
"Munster is Rand's dog."
Munster repeated it earnestly.
"You're not, Munster, you're not a dog, you're not a pet, you have to remember that... you are, you are..."
Rand pondered for a moment, then gave Munster a gentle, emotional smile.
"you are my friend."