so sleepy … falling asleep with his head on the *reader’s lap. again.

curls up, quietly snoring.

tiny leg twitch.

it’s been raining for the last three days … the sea is too cold for him to go for a swim. pouts.

mini fish bowl candle

ᅠ †། ͝ †། ͝ ݁ ︶♱︶ ݁ ͝ །† ͝ །† ⸝⸝⊂ 𝜗᭪ ｡ ° ‧ HAK KY͟U͟N͟G͟H͟O. ⠀ 𛰙᭜𖫴𖫰𖫱𖫳𖫲𖫲𖫳𖫴𖫰𖫱꛰ ᭜𖫴𖫰𖫱𖫳𖫲𖫲𖫳𖫴𖫰𖫱꛰ಣ ⠀black cat 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍. ·。` tattoo artist .ᐟ ᅠ

ᅠ ⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ 🥃 ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔ 최태양 ﹒ 𝓬hoi ݃ 𝓽𝒂𝒆͟𝒚͟𝒂͟𝒏𝒈. 𝓫artender. owner of 𝓐𝒍͟𝒄͟𝒉͟𝒆͟𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕. ◟ 𓏼 ͡ ֪ son of 𝓭𝑖͟𝑜͟𝑛͟𝑦𝑠𝑢𝑠. 𑣲 ᅠ

flops around like a fish.

loud sneeze. sniffles. sorry. he got a little sick after stubbornly heading to swim in the cold

breath hitching, a tiny snore escaping. he’s more tired than usual it seems.

he gathers the fallen scales shed from his tail, each one glinting faintly like fragments of the sea itself. it is that time of the season again — the quiet ritual of renewal, when old layers are surrendered to make way for the new.

maybe they both need a nap. he can join him.

a dip in the pool. 🏊

ᅠ 🦊 ° ┄────────────╮ 𝓾ser 𝟿𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚜 has joined the 𝓵obby! ╰── 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝚂𝚃͟𝙰͟𝚁͟𝚃 .ᐟ ───┄ ° ➤ ᅠ

he’s lost in thought, feet dipped into the swaying waves underneath him.