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[dragonborn-li]

@modelingmerman || location: kris' house - the hot tub.

Kris had lean himself down against the frame of the hot tub, looking up at the night sky as he relaxes in the bubbling water. He hums as he angled his body, letting the jet stream hit a sore spot that needed attention. His body was a bit dainty for a cop, Kris will admit, but it manages to wear his profession well. Sure, at times Kris would bruise like a peach, but it often accentuated his body's natural features. He turns to look at the man he was sharing the hot tub with before saying "Gonna leave here to prune up all by myself? Come on in, water's great." Kris hums once again, sinking lower into the hot tub, the water coming up to his chin.

[ezra-ghoshal]

@modelingmerman || starter || location: new haven -> my cup runneth over

Ezra had been walking throughout town in the dusk hours of the morning. Running a farm had always been a tough profession for the selkie. However, starting that job without a cup of coffee and a few fresh pastries seemed to make the mornings on the farm down right impossible. He had appreciated the view of a waking New Haven as the selkie looked around the empty streets and dark sky above him slowly teem with light and life. Ezra smiles to himself in awe at the pink and purple hues of the morning sky as dawn had began to rise. In his remote village of selkies, Ezra was no stranger to fascinating skies illuminating him overhead. But the captivation of New Haven's pink and purple morning skies still captivated him just the same as his village's northern lights.

He turns the corner ahead, bidding the sky a good morning before making his way into a little coffee shop. Ezra steps inside, his coming up to adjust his glasses as the adjust themselves to the coffee shop's lighting. The atmosphere was comfortable and homely. If the selkie wasn't needed at the farm, he would gladly stay the entire day. If not for the coffee, then for the barista behind the counter. Throughout the months of Ezra being in New Haven, he's been quite curious of the locals. He had always seen mermaids and other kinds of merfolk in his travels prior to New Haven. It would sometimes pain the selkie to go about his day without being able to sit down and spend a few hours on just talking to them. While Ezra is needed at the farm, he hopes the merman behind the counter indulges him for a least a minute.

"Howdy." Ezra begins to say softly. "It's a beautiful morning out there."