#*andrina

Uh, okay, but don’t you think it’s a little weird you’re trying to pair me off with your own crush? Like, we all have our own ways of getting over these things Andy but I don’t think I ever mentioned trying to get me involved with them. Besides, you already have your own cute nickname for him and everything, why are you trying to ruin what could be a really great thing?

You Tritons are ruthless, oh my god.

Fins, okay, I don’t even....How can anyone decide which of the Dunbrochs is hairiest? That’s like deciding which of you and your sister’s is the loudest.

Uhhh… yeah, I’m not gonna answer that one. 

“Y-you want a kiss from me?”

Being asked to kiss Andrina felt a lot like being asked to kiss a great white, if Flounder were to be honest. Not that she looked anything like a shark, it was just that he wasn’t quite sure whether he would come out of it alive with everything intact. Okay, he was maybe probably exaggerating a little; Andrina wasn’t all bad, just… intimidating. And it wasn’t just the height difference, though having to look up at her was not doing his confidence any favours. 

No more dilly-dallying, Flounder, you got this. You got this! Making her wait would probably just annoy her. He quickly went in for a kiss near Andrina’s jawline (he’d been aiming for her cheek) before quickly drawing back with a sheepish grin.