ALGAE ROTS

      “You must be a porky pig,” he retorted with a smile that didn’t at all show displeasure as did his voice, not caring how in his space she was. “Could you squeal for me & do a dance for a double or a dime? You must think I’m terribly daft.” He raised his brows at her, mustache curling upwards as his smile grew. “Sodomy, or homosexuality, as people these days say, is quite illegal!! Have you me mistaken for a double downer?”

BABIE FISHEW.

FINALLY making fish icons (iconless is ok & i’ll phase in & out of it but FUCK i miss using icons)... this is the general age era fisher SHOULD be in but some icons will be a lil older or a lil younger bc this dude’s impossible to get icons of ghghghg

          “That’s right, mademoiselle, Fisher Price.” He grinned a big, fat grin at her, seeming almost too ecstatic. But, could you blame him? To her, a day like this was probably mundane, but to Fisher, who’d lived & seen the hells & haggles of the early 20th century, this day was revolutionary. “I quite like the reservoir; it makes for a wonderful picnic area. Many a date with many a fair lady such as yourself had there, oh yes.” MANY A FAIR MAN, & MANY A FAIR DROWNING. Not all came back to his dismay; Fisher had unrealistic expectations of how fast the bacteria could duplicate bodies before the water rendered them useless. Speaking of unrealistic, the thought that the “INCIDENT” could be that didn’t cross his mind at all, either.           “I’m afraid I can’t be of much help though, if you don’t divulge to me more details of this— oh surely most unfortunate incident.” He drew a frowny face. “I presume you’re with the police or something? I must say, I’m very proud of you.”

        “Jolly wonderful cat you are, my good fellow, sweet Akachan!” He fluidly rose from where he’d been baking, standing on the heels of his feet. “Stupendous trip, I’d say. Cheerio. Have you ever been to Britain?” He began to walk, a strange, swagger-y gait as he ignored the sand building up in his shoes until he could no more, stopping abruptly to dump them out & put them back on. He babbled on all the while, “You know, funny fact about America, we were almost part of the Britains? Why, I think if it hadn’t been for those stinking tariffs we’d never have dreamed of breaking free. People rather like being ruled if they get what they want out of the deal. Like a cat, you know? It loves you for your food and the home you provide it. But you must love the little bugger; it’s so soft and warm, so why complain? — oh, but, oh, those tariffs. We became a very belligerent little cat that ran away.” BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. He had no filter & didn’t hesitate once to wonder whether the guy was getting sick of him blabbering on as he led him through random streets & back-roads, truthfully not having a clue what he was doing.              He finally shut up and grinned, stopping and turning to Akachan. “Say, I remember your quaint little quip about feeling like a kid lost in the market. You like shopping? — Akachan?” SHOP WITH ME. SHOP WITH ME. SHOP WITH ME. Dead brown eyes. Long dead brown eyes. “You look like a cat’s scraps, and I don’t mean those cute little squirrel bits. No, you rather look like a mouse a cat dragged in, chewed on, and scattered all over its owner’s bedroom. & unless you would like for that to become a part of your reality, I suggest you look with me for a new outfit. I admit, I’m looking a bit scraggly myself. This used to be a nice suit, you know?” VERY HEAVY STARE. “Presentation means a lot to some people, if you know what I mean.”

same applies to asks. & replies. &

       FISHER, NATURALLY, HAD MADE HIMSELF QUITE AT HOME.              Why wouldn’t he, in what was so luxuriously labeled a “visitors’ suite?” Don’t fucking ask him what that meant; he didn’t care, quite obviously, as evidenced by arms embracing the back of the couch as he sat in it comfortably, legs crossed & a bowl of caviar (???) in his lap. From this he would eat every exactly five minutes, putting on a glove and fishing four fat eggs out, placing them on his tongue then very slowly biting them. He quite liked the way they felt between his teeth. It was the same satisfaction one might derive from popping an egg yolk or harvesting the innards of an aloe vera plant.                “Greetings, dear fellow,” he greeted back, nowhere near as — stiff? Was it stiff? — as the other fellow was. “I’m simply simperingly stupendous, my sweet sir; the luxuries afforded to me by your pristine peers are simply to die for. Do you see this?” He tilted the bowl slightly towards the agent, not at all an invitation, but a presentation. He concealed the fact he’d specifically requested this, & he concealed the fact he’d paid for it with money from a dying man’s account. “Merely marvelous. My grievances could be few to none.” THE LOOK IN HIS EYES AS HE SAID THIS CERTAINLY DIDN’T IMPLY THE LATTER.                 What could his eyes say, though? In the deep white blue, Fisher Price had lost his ____. No narrowing or widening or closing of the eyes could conceal that. “The only complaint I’d venture to vent is, why, in God’s name, do you insist on keeping me here? I’ve places to go, people to meet. I appreciate the luxury of your company, but I don’t even know what your company represents—— Mis-ter Mansleyyyyy, was it not?” THE NAME WAS DRAWN OUT IN AN ALMOST MOCKING MANNER. Fisher grinned. The air grated against his gums. He needed water. A day. A whole day! WALLOWING WITHOUT THE WOMB OF THE WATER.