“I’ve never been the type to have a plan for my life, but... I almost wish I’d thought more about that, heh.”

“What the heck am I if I’m not human...?”

Mirrors and shop windows returned our faces to us, replete with the tight lips and the eyes that remained eyes and not the doorways we had hoped for.

Weird. It’s so nice in the water.

I came to tell you, we’ll swim in the water, we’ll swim like something sparkling underneath the waves.

Urgh. I slept too long again...

If mermaids were real, would they come from an egg? Or...?

“Okay...Huh. The longer I stay in, the weirder this gets.”

Pearls around the ankles, head in the clouds.

I have decided to stop being short.

He still sees the white haired man on occasion, and feels...weird. Intimidated maybe?

“Eee—?! ....Oh. I...I thought someone was in the alley as well...”

(Eee? What kind of man yells Eee?! Oh my god, I look like a moron.)

I don’t even know what I was scared for, it’s not like weird people are lurking in the streets at night in Positano.

...... Do foreigners think he can’t speak English? Oh man, he’s gonna pretend he didn’t hear that.

At this rate he’s going to start meeting demigods or some shit. His life is already so goddamn weird, might as well happen.

The trip was a little nerve wracking, but he sees no issue in letting his thickly accented siren song fall from his lips. The park fountain isn’t the sea, but the sound of water is enough to give him a little energy.

“ Vitti na crozza supra lu cannuni.... fui curiuso e ci vossi spiare.... 🎶 “

Footsteps. They always scare him back to reality.

You all are. Concerning.