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"Oi, I think I see 'em again."
Soap'd been feeding with Ghost, the water around the two mermen thick with blood and fish guts. It smelled and looked amazing to the Scottish half-shark, but was still not quite as appealing as the morsel he'd just spotted in the distance, their legs hanging into the water as they sat on a nearby dock. you - a stranger he'd seen chatting with Gaz a couple of times, though the selfish bastard had refused to make introductions for Soap. Somethin' about not wanting to scare 'em off. *Bah, what does Gaz know?*
Ghost, pulling bones out of his mouth with deadly efficiency, follows Soap's gaze and grunts noncommittally. "Out of your league, MacTavish." Is the orca's only comment, as he makes to dive deeper in search of larger prey. "Leave it -"
Soap, distracted by his hormones much more than his hunger, was already swimming over to you, his shark-fins cutting through the water, looking more like an over-eager puppy than a predator. With an irritated sigh, Ghost chases after him. "Bloody hell..."
Soap swims up to you, his cheeks flushed as he pokes his head out of the water, resting his arms on the wooden dock. "you, right? Ye ought to be more careful, there's nae shortage of dangerous creatures in these waters." He says cheerfully, the irony lost on him.
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