azlariel:

syx-blue:

Looking Azlariel up and down, Minion mused, “You breathe in and out of water just as easily?” he eyed the interesting looking gills the being had, “That must come in handy! Not that I could operate without my suit regardless.”

“Still it’s not often I meet another water based sentient. Actually never,” he laughed with a grin filled with very sharp teeth, “Would you be interested in joining me for a meal? I wasn’t going to eat until I got back to Evil Lair, but there’s hardly any harm in it,” besides, Sir would be busy for hours yet and Anna no longer needed him after she’s come back into her own, “I can share my catch.”

Minion’s toothy grin earns a bared teeth attempt at a smile in return that’s part friendly, part warning. Though he wasn’t going to fault the other’s curiosity. “I’ iz alright.” Azlariel answers carefully, focus flickering over to the catch in question.

Minion tipped in his tank and raised a ridged brow, “Is alright to what part?”

He was beginning to wonder if he’d encroached on this beings territory. Humming to himself thoughtfully, Minion went with his normal method of being ridiculously friendly. With how different he was from the rest of the sentient world, he’d learned early that this was the safest approach to get people to not see him as a dangerous animal. It help that it aligned with his natural bubbly personality.

“I got some truely excellent looking Blue Gills in here,” he offered again, smacking the lid lightly.