#minitsu

Under the waves, the world could be so calm. It was perfectly safe, and nothing could really harm them here. Not with Gregory slowly swimming overhead, watching over them like a giant many toothed guardian angel. Here, with her friend, she felt safe.

Without a word she nudged Little Caesar's shoulder, looking at the little mink boy with such sad eyes. They'd been here for hours, but she didn't want to leave. "It doesn't feel safe up there anymore..."

Turning back she stared up at the surface, so far away, and yet far too close. Mitsu squeezed his hand, and hoped they could stay safe for just a little while longer.

And it was then that he remembered who MiniTsu’s father was…

Borsalino is NOT a family man, he never planned for one, and never wanted one either. But when one little fishy stows away aboard the Vice Admiral’s ship... well, those plans may change.

She points one tiny finger up at Borsalino, and then another towards the LITERAL MUTANT BANANAS ON HIS DESK!!!

"He was given access to Bananas as big as ME! What do you think happened bozo? I woke up with a banana in my bed every day for a MONTH! He kept drawing stupid faces on them and telling me to 'have some potassium'" Her voice took on an oddly accurate portrayal of Borsalino's for a moment then.

"So I got mad one day and threw a banana at him. It didn't do anything, but he wasn't watching afterwards and slipped and fell. No one knows but that's why he had bandages around his head a little while back."