"I'm definitely not dead," Rikki replied quickly. But then again... What if she had fallen asleep in the moon pool? What if she was the only mermaid in history to drown and they really are dead?
No. She wasn't going to let herself think that. No way. No way. "How did you..." Rikki started to ask and then let her question trail away. If he was telling the truth, that was probably the rudest question she could ever ask: how did you die, guy I just met less than an hour ago in a creepy house? She couldn't do that.
She swallowed thickly before looking horrified at his confession. "Your own father? Oh, mate..." she said woefully, looking sympathetic. Rikki gave him a small smile of gratitude when he not only had the wherewithal to whisper the word mermaid but then crouched so that she could climb onto his back. "Free smoothies for life at my cafe, America. I owe you one," she said playfully as she hitched up the dress and climbed onto his back, her arms looping around his neck and hands settling on his collar as his arms hooked around her legs to keep her in place. "Let's get out of here."
As soon as she'd said it, she realized something. "...wait, if we leave, then you... I mean...d'you think you would really go back to...?" she asked, tilting her head to look at him better; all she could get was his profile but that was enough. If he was going to go back to being dead...shouldn't he stay? Wouldn't that be better for him? To be able to be alive again?
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No. She wasn't going to let herself think that. No way. No way. "How did you..." Rikki started to ask and then let her question trail away. If he was telling the truth, that was probably the rudest question she could ever ask: how did you die, guy I just met less than an hour ago in a creepy house? She couldn't do that.
She swallowed thickly before looking horrified at his confession. "Your own father? Oh, mate..." she said woefully, looking sympathetic. Rikki gave him a small smile of gratitude when he not only had the wherewithal to whisper the word mermaid but then crouched so that she could climb onto his back. "Free smoothies for life at my cafe, America. I owe you one," she said playfully as she hitched up the dress and climbed onto his back, her arms looping around his neck and hands settling on his collar as his arms hooked around her legs to keep her in place. "Let's get out of here."
As soon as she'd said it, she realized something. "...wait, if we leave, then you... I mean...d'you think you would really go back to...?" she asked, tilting her head to look at him better; all she could get was his profile but that was enough. If he was going to go back to being dead...shouldn't he stay? Wouldn't that be better for him? To be able to be alive again?