azlariel:

syx-blue:

Minion closed up the lid to the box now filled with fish and turned to the stranger. Well, that was certainly new… A fish man? Swap monster? Alien? Mutant? 

Setting aside the ice chest, he gave the being a little wave, “Hello?”

Blinking against the now brighter light, hesitation rules Azlariel’s actions. The Minion in front of him didn’t seem to be the one he’d met before, the suit new. That he so far seems to not be a threat is helpful, trilling softly to himself before returning the greeting. Waving in return. “Hello,” is his parroted and quieter, accented, response.

Minion perked up with the other beings response, “You are a person! I’ve never run into much out in the lake before, which always confused me considering the historical rumors around the lake, but Sir always says-”

Oh, he was doing it again. He really was horrible at the villainous secrets thing. Minion was just far too helpful of a fish.

“-Anyway, Minion, hench-fish extraordinaire,” he informed the new being, “You?”