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GINGERPILOT WEEK DAY 3 - SAND
Poe cracked open one eye and both lips to wet, soft sand seeping into any available space.
Fuck. "Bleh!" He sputtered and spat out light brown mud and scrabbled his hands over his face. As he bolted upright, he waited for his eyesight to adjust to the night, and took stock of his situation.
His shoes and socks were missing. No, his socks and Ben's precious Louboutins. He'd fallen from the restaurant's fishing dock into the ocean, weighted down by his clothes. He smelled like brine and misery.
"Fuck," he said out loud this time. Better for him to have lost to an angry sea than wash up like a beached dolphin. Death got him out of a thousand-dollar debt to replace those damn shoes.
How did I get here, though? Last he remembered before he blacked out, he was on a downward trajectory.
Why don't you ask the naked man over there staring at you?
He was long, pale, and newborn naked. Fully grown, and cute with his short red hair matted to his head. Sitting on his knees, hands in his lap, he studied Poe like a museum exhibit. Hint of a smile, shadows in his eyes. Poe wished for more light to better discern this stranger.
Then he remembered the fin emerging with the other redhead from the water. So maybe they... he...
"Did you pull me ashore?"
Naked Man nodded. "My name is Armitage."
"Armitage." Poe blinked away sand and focus on the man's eyes, but with the moonlight adding glow to his chest that's where Poe's line of vision landed. "Are you a fish man?"
Armitage tilted his head. "I'm mer."
"A merman. Half man, half fish."
"No, just full mer," Armitage said. "Are you a dog man?"
Poe laughed. "What? Of course not. Why would you ask that?"
"You asked a silly question. I thought it was my turn."
"Oh." Poe supposed that made sense, given he was talking to a merman. He watched Armitage shift in place, and paused on the mer's lap. If he could switch out fins for legs on land, what else did he...
"Hey," he said, "I was wearing very expensive shoes when I fell off the dock."
"These?" Armitage reached behind him, dusting the sand off Ben's Louboutins. Wet and briny, but nonetheless salvageable if Poe could get them to a repair shop.
He reached for them when Armitage held them away. Well, shit. Who knew mer were into blackmail. "I really need those back," he pleaded. "They're not mine. If you want a reward, I can get you some crab claws from the buffet."
Armitage shook his head. "I don't want food."
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