[ Aesthetic or not, Fuuta doesn't even notice those periphery mini-tentacles tucked under the shadow of the bartop, especially not when his attention's occupied staring dubiously at the drink that had been slid his way by that mystery 'hand'. ]
... right.
[ There's the little clack of glass on wood as he pointedly puts the glass back down and slides it a few inches away from himself. Then, after a pause, he leans in a little closer to Kleken, voice lowered to a conspiratorial mutter: ]
You think it was one of those mermaids? Like, as a catch for them making drinks here, or something?
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... right.
[ There's the little clack of glass on wood as he pointedly puts the glass back down and slides it a few inches away from himself. Then, after a pause, he leans in a little closer to Kleken, voice lowered to a conspiratorial mutter: ]
You think it was one of those mermaids? Like, as a catch for them making drinks here, or something?
[ These poor merpeople catching strays ... ]