azlariel:

syx-blue:

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.

Now that it had been mentioned, the familiarity in some of the scent he could pick up was more easily placed. “To zharing,” is Azlariel’s easy honest answer, finding no reason to even attempt to lie about it. Not that he was the best at that particular skill even now.

“Anyving elze?” he asks carefully, looking far less defensive now.

“Well, I haven’t seen you around before…” Minion tried to prompt further conversation, still not really clear on if his lunch invitation had been accepted. It seemed so but the fish man was clearly still uncomfortable.

“I take it you’re not much of one for small talk, huh?” Minion shrugged a robotic shoulder.