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>>3851888
I missed you QM! Glad you are back!

Please avoid offensive usernames. It ruins the fun for me.

>>3851914
Glad to be missed!

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>>3852053
>>3851987
I see some traits run in the family

Now we know we are a clan of winged buff individuals

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You are Chinch, younger brother of Cheechong.

You were born with gills and have to carry oxygenated water around to keep yourself alive above water. You’ve chosen to stay on the surface for now, since that’s where your family is, but my god did you start considering your alternatives once puberty hit. Cheechong’s moved to a different school now. Feels a bit lonely around the house. You’ve always admired your older brother and often wonder if there’s a way you could turn your water-breathing to an advantage, just as he’s done with his lack of skeleton.

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You wake up. Your alarm clock is ringing. The sound echoes through your pool. Very annoying. You punch it. It lands on the floor and keeps ringing. You curse your foolishness and reach for your breathing apparatus. Once fully attached, you emerge from the water and calmly turn off the alarm clock.

Another day. What do?

[GO TO SCHOOL]
[PRACTICE PLAYING YOUR WATER-BASS]
[GO TO WHERE YOUR CRUSH LIVES AND HOPE YOU BUMP INTO EACH OTHER]
[EAT BREAKFAST THEN GO BACK TO SLEEP]
[OTHER]

>>3852646

[GO TO WHERE YOUR CRUSH LIVES AND HOPE YOU BUMP INTO EACH OTHER]

While whistling inconspicuously

Where does this brother study? Still ar our parents town?

>>3852646

[GO TO WHERE YOUR CRUSH LIVES AND HOPE YOU BUMP INTO EACH OTHER]

>>3852646
>[GO TO SCHOOL]

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Fuck school.

Backwater School for Boys may be close to home, but it’s boring you to tears. Start of term is mostly playing getting-to-know-each-other games anyway, and they’re mostly for the teacher’s benefit. Just put our names next to a picture and memorize them at home already. God.

You put some clothes on and head down to the beach. It’s a pleasant day. Gentle wind. The water’s licking the shore. Barely a cloud in the sky. You see something in the sand. Are those...?

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“Are you looking at my PANTIES, you PERVERT?!”

She’s sitting on a rock in the water, staring at you. Ohmygod ohmygod you finally have her attention!! You’ve been watching her sing from the beach for YEARS! Calm down Chinch! Be cool! What do you say?

[“Why would a mermaid wear panties?”]
[“Uh...”]
[“Hi. I’m Chinch.”]
[OTHER]

>>3852727
[“Why would a mermaid wear panties?”]

these are not hers, she's wearing a black bra, they are not from the same set, nice try mermaid

>>3852727

[“Why would a mermaid wear panties?”]

[“Hi. I’m Chinch.”]

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“Why would a mermaid wear panties?”

“Wh-what are you talking about?! Of COURSE I wear panties. I Know all about your surface customs!”

She throws herself on the sand and flops awkwardly until she reaches her underwear. She immediately puts them on her head, pulling her hair through the leg holes.

“S-see?! They fit PERFECTLY :(”

[“They look good on you”]
[“That’s not what panties are for”]
[“They don’t even match your bra”]
[“Will you go out with me?”]
[“When a man sees a woman’s panties they have to date. It’s the law”]
[OTHER]

>>3852773
>[“They look good on you”]
but
[“That’s not what panties are for”]

believe me I'm an expert, I live on both land and sea

>>3852773
"Wow, you are really beautiful."

Support this too>>3852781


Nice drawing dude

>>3852781
+1

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Your chest is beating like a drum-solo. Calm down, Chinch. Smile. Be confident.

Chinch: “Wow, you are really beautiful.”

She blushes and looks away. You clear your throat.

Chinch: “I mean they look good on you, but… that’s not what panties are for.”

You straighten your back and point your thumb at yourself, trying to show off your biceps. Girls like biceps, right?

Chinch: “Believe me, I’m an expert. I live on both land and sea.”

She stares at you. Flops awkwardly in the sand.

Mermaid: “You’re weird. You live on the surface, but you also live in the sea? And you have wings? Not many under the surface have wings.”

You poke your breathing apparatus. Your stomach is tense with nervousness. You can’t believe you’re actually talking to her.

Chinch: “I actually only breathe water. I have to carry this around when I’m not under the surface.”

Mermaid: “You can’t breathe air yet you live on the surface. You really are strange. I envy you.”

She reaches out and slaps your knee.

Mermaid: “I’ll call you Mr Birdfrog.”

Her hand feels really soft. You wish you’d worn shorts today so she’d’ve touched your leg unprotected.

Chinch: “Birdfrog?”

Mermaid: “Since you’re a water creature but also a surface creature. And you have legs. And you have wings.”

You think to yourself: Maybe I should’ve told her my name. This is probably going to stick now.

[“I love it”]
[“It’s nice. I have a name though”]
[“I’d rather you call me Chinch”]
[“You suck at nicknames”]
[OTHER]

>>3852895

So I should call you HumanFish?

what's your name by the way? I'm Chinch.

brush it off and see if we can keep the conversation going

>>3852895
>introduce ourselves and ask her name

Well you live on the sea but you can breath air too so we are similar in our quirkiness.

Is it hard to walk around on land? Could I offer you some assistence?
Put those muscles to work

The teen wolf shirt cracked me up

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Chinch: “Well, you live underwater even though you can breathe air, so we’re similar that way. I’ll call you Humanfish then? Just kidding. I’m Chinch.”

You offer her your hand. She shakes it vigorously.

Mermaid: “I’m Táril.”

You’re grateful that she’s already wet so she won’t notice how sweaty your palms are.

Chinch: “Is it hard for you to move around on land? I could carry you.”

Táril: “I’m… yes maybe, yeah. Okay.”

You kneel and put your arms around her. She smells like the sea, like salt and seaweed and sulphur. She leans against you as you lift, stroking your water bubble. You remember the first time you saw her. Sunset. Years ago. A voice like heaven from a cliff in the water. You were walking along the beach then too. You heard it. It moved you to tears. You can’t believe you’re holding her in your arms. This cannot be real.

She looks at you, then averts her eyes. You swallow.

Chinch: “So, um… would you like me to take you back to the water.”

Táril: “I…”

Stranger: “HOLD ON JUST ONE MINUTE THERE, SON”

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An old man with a beard and a fishing rod is standing mere meters away from you. He’s withdrawing what looks like a wand from his cloak.

Man: “They call me the FISHERMAN!”

He gestures dramatically.

Fisherman: “THOSE WERE INDEED my panties. Which I had PLANTED to lure the mermaid to land! They are DREADFULLY DIFFICULT to catch in the water! I had hoped you’d walk away before I had to reveal myself, but you were about to RUIN EVERYTHING!”

You glance at Táril. She looks terrified. Does she know this man? You try to sound as hard as possible, but your voice breaks mid sentence.

Chinch: “Why are you hunting mermaids?”

Fisherman: “They say EATING one makes you IMMORTAL, son! Everyone knows this, but it’s never been proven! I’ve already eaten two mermaids, but I’m not sure if they were cooked right and I’m not sure how to test immortality without actually trying to KILL myself. So I figure third time’s the CHARM, eh? We don’t have to fight. You can have half. Maybe you’ll be immortal too.”

What do?

>>3853042
>look him dead in the eyes as you put Táril in the water

>>3853042
"Sorry Tari, I'll have to break that old man's neck, I wish you didn't need to see this, stay behind me and I'll protect you"

lat her in the water like >>3853049 anon said
and let's introduce him to muscle wizardry

>>3853042
Get her to the water by any means necessary, protec the crush

Then activate secret werewolf form

>>3853042
We only actually need the top half of the mermaid.

But I guess put the mermaid in the water and duel the old man.

>>3853042
>What do?
>Use your AMAZING MUSCLES to football-throw Táril into the ocean
>Turn to the man
>"Let's test that immortality of yours then"
>Launch ourselves at him with all our muscle

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The man barely has time to finish before your adrenaline panic kicks in and you fly-slide from the sand to the water in a split second, throwing Táril in. You try to be gentle, but the speed of it all made it difficult. She dives in, pops her head back up, and looks at you.

Chinch: “I wish you didn’t need to see this, Táril. Stay behind me. I’ll protect you.”

You turn around and crack your knuckles. You lock eyes with the old man. Then tense your muscles so hard your tshirt flies through the air in tiny scraps.

Chinch: “Let’s test that immortality of yours.”

You launch at him, half leap half flight all muscle, and…

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Your arm sinks through his torso like warm ice cream. He coughs blood.

Fisherman: “Wh-why?! She’s IN THE WATER. I can’t REACH HER. Why would you DO this?”

Chinch: “You said you were IMMORTAL!!”

His eyes close. He slumps over your arm. Is he dead? It’s not like he was a good guy. He was a threat to the mermaids, whether or not Táril is safe now. Táril. Fuck. She shouldn’t see you like this. You pull your arm out. He falls to the ground. Turn around. She’s waving at you. How is she unfazed by this? You shiver unintentionally.

What do?

>>3854059
Well shit, wasn't him immortal?

I guess we just killed a mermaid murderer then...

Head to the water and wash our arm from possible blood

"Are you alright? Sorry you had to see this..."

>>3854080
This. Be aware in case he gets back up

>>3854059
Do an awesome impressive victory flex and try to get a reward smooch on the cheek.


Also ask da crush if this is an occuring problem, the weird hobos or whatever hunting her for immortality potion.

You are here to protect her from now on

Damn, the muscles along with a proper skeleton are devastating.
>>3854123
>>3854080
This is good, let's get a mermaid kiss

Guys, I just realized, if we hadn't skipped class today our crush would be fucking DEAD and we would not even know about it.
This is fate!

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You flex victoriously. Táril applauds. You kneel by the water and wash the blood off your arm.

Chinch: “Sorry you had to see that. Are people like that a recurring problem?”

Táril: “I don’t know. I know there were stories, but they could just be about the man you beat.”

Chinch: “So, um… how about a... victory smooch... on the cheek?”

Your voice breaks a little. You awkwardly turn your head and present your cheek. You’re blushing hard. Dammit, if only you were smooth.

Táril: “Maybe later. First we’ll bring his body to my sisters.”

She points at the old man bleeding out in the sand.

Táril: “You’re okay coming with, right? You said you can breathe underwater. I’ll show you where I live.”

What do?

>>3855165
"What are your sisters going to do with it?"
Grab the body and follow her

>>3855170
agreed

nice, we even get to go for a swim

and maybe suggest she takes out the underware from her head, it was clearly a trap

>>3855170
+1

>>3855170
Supporting

"Don't tell me you eat humans or magicians to become immortal too? Or just for sustenance or something?"

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You throw the body over your shoulder and step into the water.

Chinch: “What are your sisters going to do with it anyway?”

Táril: “We’ll make sure he doesn’t come back.”

You raise your eyebrows and blink.

Chinch: “Uhm, you might want to take the panties off by the way. I’m not sure I trust anything that man’s been touching.”

Táril: “*sigh* fine.”

She pulls the panties off, bunch them up into a small ball, throws them back on the beach. You make a mental note to burn them when you return. You close your eyes and lean into the water, pulling your neck-bubble off and attaching it to your belt, pushing the old man in front of you. The wild seawater flows through your neck. It’s like you’ve been breathing through a bag and it’s finally been removed. When you open them, Táril meets your eyes and smiles. With a snap of her tailfin, she’s off. The deeper you go, the more lightless. She sings to help you navigate. Even though she’s clearly holding back for you, she’s still moving uncomfortably fast. Especially with this old man’s body, you’re really struggling to match her speed.

Then she stops. She points behind you. You don’t have to see it - you can taste it in the water from the moment you decelerated. The trail of blood from the body must be like a symphony of dinner bells to any sharks in a wide radius. You’re deep underwater. It’s too dark to see. Did she see anything approaching? You feel the current of someone swooshing past you. A trail of red hair. Táril. A distant series of noises. She returns, facing you, smiling. You attempt to speak, but you’re still unused to speaking underwater and it comes out as gibberish. She giggles and swims past you again. You follow. Deeper and deeper. Then you see it. Beyond a reef, well over a kilometer underwater. Shining through the deep sea darkness. A light in a cave. The sound of voices. Táril stops and points. You nod to show that you understand.

Three of her sisters come swimming out as you approach, as if summoned by her song. Or so you assume - your eyes are still getting used to the pale underwater light and you can’t really tell what they look like. They see the old man’s body and immediately snatch it away from you. They take it to the cave. Surrounded by luminescent plants, they start eating him. You look towards Táril. She smiles, nods, then turns to her sisters.

Táril: “Sisters! This is Chinch. He’s the friend who slew the manbeast. Chinch, these are my sisters - Láfi, Ídra, and Ýla.”

All three look up, bits of the old man still in their mouths. Ídra swallows before she speaks.

Ídra: “Do you want to join the ritual, friend Chinch? We’ll let you eat the best parts.”

[EAT THE OLD MAN]
[DECLINE]
[OTHER]

>>3855631
>[OTHER]

"hey Tari, are you eating it too?"

wouldn't want to dive in the thing and then turn to her just to see she won't touch it

if she is eating we eat too, if she is not we don't, gotta be careful around social norms of people from different cultures kek, specially those we want to go out with

>>3855631
>the ritual
Huh, so if they eat him then he loses his immortality?
Do we get immortality if we eat the old man? Do we want it?

>>3855646
+1

>>3855631
Politely decline, you are here to ensure that Táril is safely returned home.

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Chinch: “Thanks, but I’m just here to make sure Táril gets home safely. Are you eating too, Táril?”

She floats through the near-dark of the luminescent cave. It’s too dark to really see her face. Her body is easier to follow. She’s so agile in the water. You wish you could swim half as well.

Táril: “I usually do, but maybe not now.”

She swims closer and takes your hand.

Táril: “I said I’d show you where I live.”

Ýla: “You’re missing out!”

Táril: “I’ll leave the manbeast in your care, sisters. Please enjoy yourselves.”

Láfi: “Watch out, Chinch. I think she likes you.”

Táril: “Shush!”

The sisters laugh. Táril leads you by the hand. Deeper, through darkness after darkness. You find yourself wondering if her ability to see through this lack of light is genetic or if it could be acquired by living here long enough. You swim through a field of seaweed. You see another light. The water feels warmer. A pocket of heat in an underwater cave system. Volcanic? Magical? She pulls you around a corner, through a short corridor. A room? It’s not big, but cozy. There’s something like a bed in the corner. There are various items scattered along the walls. Some look like instruments. There’s a stone statue opposite the bed. Muscular human in a heroic pose. Probably scavenged from things dropped at sea.

She turns around to face you. In the low-light of the room, her face is finally close enough for you to make out her features. She’s smiling, her non-handholding hand messing with her hair. She doesn’t make eye contact.

Táril: “So this is my room. Do you, eh… like it?”

>>3857431
stare in compleate awe to her and the effect the lights have on her figure (nice pic qm)

"It's beautiful, not as beautiful as you of course"

maybe now would be a good time for that kiss?

>>3857431
I like you...

>>3857431
"It's... cozy. Yeah, I like it."

>>3857431
"It's almost as beautiful as you~"

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She cringes a little bit and laughs.

Táril: “That is such a corny line.”

You squirm and look away. She puts her hand on your shoulder.

Táril: “Hey…”

She rests her body against yours. Her hair billows like a red cloud around her face. Your body tenses. Every part of your skin she touches feels like a thousand small explosions.

Táril: “Do you… still want that kiss?”

Your nod is almost a shiver. Her breathless lips on yours. Then everything is silent. You’re blind to time. Hours or minutes or seconds pass. At some point she sings to you. An old song in a foreign tongue. She says it’s about a girl who falls in love with a sailor and dies crawling across the surface trying to find him, never returning to the sea. You kiss. Her skin is smooth and slippery. Your heart is beating like it’s trying to break out of your chest. She strokes the fur on your neck and shoulder. You kiss. You ask her about her life. She tells you she goes to an underwater music school, training to be a court singer. She says she enjoys it, but not as much as this. You kiss.

You hear her sister’s voice from the end of the corridor. Probably trying to respect your privacy.

Ýla: “It’s way past sundown, you two. Does Chinch the surfacer have anywhere to be?”

Táril opens her eyes.

Táril: “I can show you the way, but… I’ll be sad to see you go.”

You suddenly remember your parents. You never told them where you were going. Are they worried? Did they contact your school? How late IS it anyway? You meet Táril’s gaze. You lose yourself for a moment in her dilated pupils. You feel your worries melt away.

What do?

>>3860301
>"As much as I'd love to stay, I have to make sure my family knows I'm okay. I'll be sure to visit again as soon as I can."

>>3860301

"will you be here tomorrow? I'll come look for you at the beach after school"

>>3860313
>>3860315
Now a tale of forbiden love between a tiefling and a mermaid will start

Awesome art qm

>>3860313
this

>>3860315
+1

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Táril leads you by the hand to the surface. You wave as you walk across the beach. Your parents are waiting for you when you get back. They don’t look happy.

Father: “MhRrrrghhh!!”

Mother: “Exactly! We even contacted your school! They said you missed almost half your classes last year. Your classmates are starting to think you’ve dropped out!”

Father: “MnhmnhHrrrrffh!”

Mother: “Where have you been? Are you in a gang?!”

>>3862989
No mother, I needed to breathe, I was in the ocean and lols track of time

father is awesome kek, is he a shadow wookie?

Btw, thread archived
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3851888/

>>3862989
I'm not in a gang
I'll go to school but isn't there one in the ocean? With mermaids maybe?

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Your mother’s eyes narrow.

Mother: “Mermaids, huh?”

Your father puts his arm around her and whispers in her ear. She sighs and nods. He turns to you.

Father: “Ffrrhhhuhhrrrr! Uhhrrrffrrrrhhh!” (there are, but they’re expensive and difficult to get into for a surface child! You’ll need to really apply yourself in school if you want this!)

Mother: “Listen to your father, Chinch. We just sent your brother to a fancy magic school. I’m not sure we can even afford to send you to underwater school as well.”

Father: “Uhhrrrrr!! Ffrrruhrrr!” (Cheech and Chong always had excellent grades. We know you can do it.)

>>3863027
"ok, I'll give it my best, sorry to make you worry"
Let's follow them home and prepare for school tomorrow, we can swing by the beach after school like we talked with Taril

damn cheech always get the best stuff

mom's hot btw

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Your father gives you an encouraging slap on the back. You head home together. As you’re about to enter your house, your mother grabs you by the arm. She pulls your hand out and squeezes in a fistful of condoms. She whispers.

Mother: “We get that you want to play in the water, but don’t you dare do anything without protection, Chinch. Don’t you DARE.”

WTF, mum? You enter the house. You run to your room. You look at the condoms. Fuck it, better safe than sorry, I guess. You put a couple in your pocket. You hear your father calling your name from the living room. What now??

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In the living room you find an astrally projected audiovisual portal to your brother. He’s clearly already greeted your parents. He turns to you. There’s great warmth in his six eyes.

Cheechong: “It’s been what, a few days now? How you doin’, bro? Everything ok?”

>>3863202
"the same you know, skull sucks, surface sucks, ocean is awesome and all that"
"how are things over there? are you learning some cool magic stuff?.....are there fisherman magicians?...why do I ask? n-no reason, just curiosity..."

can we take the astral projection to our room later? wanna talk in private with bro, we finally talked to that mermaid we crush on and we want to tell him

>>3863209
+1

>>3863209
This good
>>3863027
>>3863027
I really like those parents

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Chinch: “The same, you know. School sucks, surface sucks, ocean is awesome and all that.”

Cheechong: “I hear ya.”

Chinch: “How are things there? Are you learning some cool magic stuff?”

Cheechong: “Oh yeah, this place is amazing. I’ve already made some really good friends and it feels like I’m learning tons every single day.”

Chinch: “...Are there fisherman magicians?”

Cheechong: “Fisherman magicians?”

Chinch: “Why do I ask? N-no reason! Just curiousity.”

Cheechong: “I dunno. There are some weird ones though.”

You look around conspiratorially. Your parents are watching. You can’t think of a way to do this subtly.

Chinch: “Hey bro, would we… be able to talk in private?”

Cheechong: “Uhh…”

Cheechong looks to someone on his side, not visible to you.

Cheechong: “Hey, you said I could establish temporary individual psychic links with willing targets as well, right? How do I link with my brother?”

You can’t hear the answer, but Cheechong soon turns his faces back to you.

Cheechong: “So you need to be in a trance state while focusing on your acceptance of my psychic link. I’ll send an astral signal. All you need to do is receive.”

Chinch: “How… do I do that?”

Cheechong: “You don’t really meditate or the like, do you? Doubt mum and dad would let you fast or take drugs or anything.”

Mother: “We know you mean well, Cheechong, but you really shouldn’t be recommending drug addiction and eating disorders to your brother.”

Cheechong: “I know I know. Hey, you know what, Chinch. Maybe just dance and chant really hard until you’re about to drop?”

Chinch: “Chant?”

Cheechong: “Yeah yeah, just go ‘Cheech and Chong, I accept’ over and over again. It might take a little longer since you’re not used to magic, but it should get you there eventually. Especially if you dance or drum or something.”

Chinch: “If you say so, brother.”

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You look at your parents. They shrug. You run back to your room. You take a deep breath from your water-tank. Dance, he says? You spread your arms, twirl, step. You build a storm of movement in your body.

Chinch: “Cheech and Chong, I accept! Cheech and Chong, I accept! Cheech and Chong, I accept! Cheech and Chong, I ACCEPT!!”

You feel a sweat starting. You close your eyes.

Chinch: “Cheech and Chong, I accept! Cheech and Chong, I accept! Cheech and Chong, I accept!”

Your body moves as if on its own. You feel unheard music pumping through your muscles. You grab your desk and tremble.

Cheechong: “Chinch?”

Chinch: “I accept!”

Cheechong crashes into your mind like a lightning bolt. Goosebumps break out across your skin. For an instant, you want to scream, but you don’t, then the calm comes. Gentle like a summer’s swim. The world feels somehow quieter, more subdued. You hear Cheechong’s voices booming in your mind as if coming from within your head itself.

Cheechong: “That should do it. Can you hear me?”

You try to speak, but it’s like your tongue won’t move.

Cheechong: “You need to project your voice inwards. Try to shape the sounds in your mind.”

You force the realignment. You speak unspeaking.

Chinch: “I speak.”

Cheechong: “I hear you. So what’s up?”

>>3864177
HOLY SHIT THATS AMAZING AHIT EVER!!!! WHY DO YOU EVEN NEED SPEAK LIKE HUMAN?!

>>3864177
for a moment there I went in panic because I thought the picture showed our tank broken

"So, do you know that crush I always talked about? the mermaid, we talked today and we really hit it off! she is beautyful fun and her lips are....hrrmmm...sorry.....what I wanted to ask, since you are smart and all, is what do you know about mermaids, their culture, habits, what I should look out for and all that..."

>3864187
Cheechong: “I dunno, bro. I guess speaking like regular is easier.”

>>3864190
Cheechong: “Honestly I don’t really know much about mermaids. I can check the library. I’m glad things are working out for you anyway. I can try to contact you again tomorrow evening. Maybe try not to do anything too risky before then?”

Your brother goes quiet for a moment.

Cheechong: “Sorry, Chinch, I’ve gotta go. Tomorrow, ok?”

Chinch: “Yeah. Sure. Do I still have to do the whole dance trance thing?”

Cheechong: “Yeah, but now you’ll be able to sense that I’m trying to contact you before you start, since there’s already a link.”

Chinch: “Ok.”

Cheechong: “Good luck. We’ll speak tomorrow.”

Chinch: “Bye, bro.”

Sudden silence. Then the world seems less muted. It’s like you’ve emerged from a pillow. Your parents are still in the living room. You’re not even that hungry, but realize you should probably eat something. You put a new shirt on and head for the kitchen. You wonder what you and Táril will get up to tomorrow.

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>>3865273
FORGOT IMAGE

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I’ll end the thread here for now. Next time we’ll go back to Cheechong for a bit. As always, vote for your favourite drawing in the thread, and other feedback is always welcome.


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Solidarity with Northeast Syria

>>3865276
thanks for running, Chinch is awesome, let's hope he and Taril can work things out

>>3860301
this pic is awesome

>>3865276
Thanks for the run!
>>3864177
Favorite image

>>3860301
Either this
Or this>>3862989