Hired Help

One of these days, his employer was going to end up dead.

He had to once again explain that no, just because they could get to the minnows, that they should. Territorial creatures kept the smaller, kinder species under their fins. And even if his boss once got lucky with his last surf war, that it wouldn’t be likely to happen again. 

His employer wanted the world as his oyster, and he was required to deliver. 

He felt a very familiar weight of Pearl’s pet push up against his tail, looking after his employers daughter was another of his many duties as he kept the surf under control, and it was very adamant on getting the treat before Pearl said so, as well as getting a sprinkling of shedding scales on both his clothes and the additional bow that Pearl had... kindly... given him. 

An upset Pearl was the last thing he wanted, snapping his wrist up to keep the small fish out of reach, almost instinctively as he listened to another ever so ridiculous speech from him employer. 

He sighed once more, toeing the pet once more away from him, adjusting himself and calming his tone. “You want the area? It will cost you my premium fees.” 

There was sputtering on the other end of the line as the man attempted to figure out the words to convince him otherwise. 

Only silence came, and he knew he had won. “Very well, give me two weeks and I’ll bring you results, oh and sir, don’t forget that Pearl is expecting you home for dinner.” 

(60 value, adopted through wta)