All the unconditional bending over backwards I gave him these past few days must've made him forget where he stood.
He was just a fish, for crying out loud. He was created to serve, that's it.
If he'd gone and let even his most basic functions rot away, what the hell use do I have to keep a useless piece of trash like him around?
Whatever, I couldn't be bothered to spell it out for him anyway. My new merman will be here tomorrow, after all.
To make up for their mistake, customer service said they'd pulled an even better specimen from their stock especially for me this time.
All those brand-new supplies I'd bought? They were for the new guy.
"You're overthinking it. It's not for you," I said with a blank face.
A flash of confusion crossed Ronan's face, but only a second later he huff
