You hold the glass bowl up to your face for closer inspection. “There ain’t much goin wwith you, huh?” The mist on the glass is a sign that you may be too close. Instead of moving, you just wipe it off. The creature’s eyes follow your fingers, and the fuck did something just shock your fingertips?
You pull your hand away with a growl, but no evidence of any sort of pain marks your skin. What the hell? You got the asshole shark-thing, didn't you? It meets your angry glare without any hesitation. Is it proud? Probably. What a douche. Of course you’d be stuck with a douche-familiar. You swear you can almost see it smirking at you. Frowning, you flick the glass once. It remains unfazed.
“Wwhat the fuck is that face for?” You’re not really sure why you’re asking the animal questions. It can’t understand you, much less respond. “This isn’t howw a science familiar’s supposed to act towwards its master, you knoww.” Actually, you’re entirely unsure about how a science familiar should act, because you made the term up yourself. You’d rather die than refer to science as magic, no matter how stupid you end up sounding as a result.
The expression on its face doesn’t change, even after you sit on the couch and place the bowl beside you. Meeting its gaze makes the buzzing grow more intense. It's not painful, but it is unsettling enough to make you turn away. The buzzing doesn't stop. You sit on the couch, shoulders rolled back as you slowly grow accustomed to the feeling. It takes a good two minutes until you relax a little. With a sigh, you dip a finger into the water, stirring absently. This will soon prove to be your undoing.
Looking back on it, you probably should have known better than to stick your finger in the realm of an animal with sharp teeth.
