[ Kleken might not care if they're overhead, but Fuuta clearly does -- eager to shittalk, but also afraid of getting caught. Cowardly. He clams up when the bartender wanders by, watching the merman furtively before turning back to Kleken. ]
Desires? [ His voice might have risen just a notch louder than he intended, and he awkwardly clears his throat to try and cover it up before trying again. ] What desires ... d'you know much about those sorts of people?
[ He's not a huge fantasy buff beyond what he's seen in RPGs; he barely knows much about standard mermaids, let alone the ones that are wandering around here. ]
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Desires? [ His voice might have risen just a notch louder than he intended, and he awkwardly clears his throat to try and cover it up before trying again. ] What desires ... d'you know much about those sorts of people?
[ He's not a huge fantasy buff beyond what he's seen in RPGs; he barely knows much about standard mermaids, let alone the ones that are wandering around here. ]