It's high tide

Oh my God

You stir, turning for a second to glance back at the TV. You return to your cooking to find a perfectly manicured hand reaching for anything it can grab.

"Get your hand out of the gumbo, you vulture." You smack his hand away, trying not to laugh.

"I just want a carrot."

"Get one out of the refrigerator." You gesture at the box.

"Maybe, I don't like cold carrots."

"It's going to be done in a few minutes, can't you wait?" You sigh, stirring the spoon.

"But I love your cooking too much." Orm pouts.

Oh he's got you now, the little carrot thief.

-Orm was pretty invested in it, so when the tweet garnered no reaction from the star in question, he got huffy.

-"And?" He pretends not to care but he's leaning over your shoulder.

"He thinks it's pretty spooky... In a cool way of course. At first the thought I was just a really talented Photoshop fan account."

-"Oh shit, he DMed me!"

"Language." Orm snips, though he doesn't really mean it. "What did he say?"

"Okay, so there's a photoshoot and they were going to use a green screen..."

"Yes."

"Jeez, let me rattle off the details."

-Orm had been informed that he would need a haircut. He'd agreed initially, but seeing the hair on the floor hurt his heart. Hopefully you still thought he was cute.

-Dye was a new one for him. It would wash out though... It was odd to see himself with dark hair.

-Okay, so the stylist awakened some thing in him. Orm wouldn't say it out loud but when his hair grows back he'll probably dye the tips pink, or blue... Maybe both, alternating? He didn't know... He'll figure it out.

-You, an Orm specialist, couldn't tell them apart unless they were speaking.

You were very cautious when tapping shoulders. Clearing your throat. But then one of them answer in a completely monotone voice, furthering your confusion.

-The three of you went out to breakfast afterwards.

Orm's hair was still damp from washing out most of the dye.

"The brown streaks are cute." You smile.

He turns red.

-You invite your friend Amy over. She's very smart, an engineer actually. Very eco-friendly, picks up trash along roads on her days off. Stood to close to an explosion in the lab and now she's nearly deaf. She chooses to be mute because she doesn't trust herself not to flub her words.

"Hello." He politely smiles at Amy.

"Hi." She signs.

-Orm looks at you excitedly. He finally gets to use the sign language you've been teaching him. Of course you wouldn't make him learn something for no reason.

-"It's a pleasure to meet you, what's your name?" He asks her.

"A-M-Y." She spells it out.

In the same motion, she does the sign for careless, keeping her fingers in the 'A' position.

"What was that?" Orm asks.

"A sign name, used to identify someone without spelling their name out."

Orm nods.

-"I'm O-R-M." He signs.

"I know, Y/N talks about you a lot." She snickers, glancing at you.

You pout. "What was I supposed to do, he's pretty cool..."

She makes an 'O' with her hands and uses it to sign the word king.

"Is that my sign name?" He asks, smiling.

Orm made it. The structural integrity is amazing and it's cozy.

-"Y/n, can we watch this?"

He pulls your prized possession from the Blue ray/DVD rack. The HD DVD of Watchmen you pirated right before you got that cease and desist.

"Of course." You try to keep calm.

- Partway through the movie

"That guy looks like you." You whisper in Orm's ear.

"No he doesn't." Orm mutters. "He looks like a nerd."

You snicker. "You look like a nerd."

-You continue watching the movie but Orm is now Grumpy™️.

-The second sex scene comes on. Orm diverts his attention elsewhere, blushing like a Catholic school girl. "He looks like me, Y/n I get it..." He mutters into the pillow that he's resting his face on.

-Orm started crying during the ending. Not full sobbing but his pillow is wet.

"When I yawn, my eyes water." Orm tries to defend himself but his voice cracks and he's still crying.

-You glance up at the credits. "Patrick Wilson is your celebrity twin."

"Oh, joy." He mutters.

He has very soft hair, but he doesn't like to wear it down. His go-to is either a samurai bun or a ponytail.

He's very cute.

He has a robust collection of hair-ties and scrunchies. Glittery, metallic, those clear ones.

Before you go out, he puts a scrunchy around your wrist.

-Orm has really powerful glasses, he is almost legally blind when he isn't in water. The way you found out was odd.

- "How did you know I was home?"

"I could smell your perfume when you were coming up the porch steps."

"You what?" You ask, slightly concerned. "Couldn't you look out the window?"

"Y/N, I have horrible vision on the surface."

You take him to the eye doctor immediately afterwards.

-He likes to wake up in the morning when everything is still sleepy. The light makes the room warm and fuzzy. He nuzzles into your hair, you move. Whoops, it's the cat.

-There's a really big salt-water tank in your spare room. He's a fish breeder, gets this big dopey grin on his face when he's in there.

-He sits in the tank with the fish sometimes. (And if he's feeling extra happy, he'll let Arthur or Atlanna nap with him in the tank.)

-You finish cooking and Orm immediately grabs your large glass bowl filled with live fish in salt water.

-You try to ignore the sound of Orm, Atlanna, Arthur dead ass eating raw fish while you enjoy your meatloaf.

-Orm swallows elegantly. Bones, scales none of them seem to care at all. "Is something wrong, my love?"

-You smile and shake your head. "I just think you're very pretty."

"Why thank you, Y/n!" Arthur flutters his eyelashes.

The table thumps as Orm kicks Arthur's leg.