NOISE IS GOOD on a day shin actually feels up to the noise, otherwise, it’s the worst thing in the world and he wants it to just stop. even after several centuries of being away from the ocean, shin can remember the whale calls, the dolphins chirping, the splash of birds diving to get fish — but none of them were noises like human noises. with humans it’s all shouting and cheering and ocean forbid, singing. many of the humans visiting his club don’t know how to sing to save their life. he thinks he’d much prefer to hear his own siren song blasted in his ear than the humans’ singing right now ( and his own siren song can debilitate him ). there’s three of the males drunkenly singing at the bar counter where he stands, trying to woo this one female a few seats down from them. they’re trying, and failing, to sing along to the song playing on the speakers — the song shin would actually like to enjoy without three idiot humans ruining it.
just when he’s about to snap, the female sighs in irritation and storms off, leaving a wad of cash for the drinks she’d enjoyed. it’s too much money, but shin walks over and scoops it all up to place in the register. he almost feels bad the woman left like she did, but that’s quickly dashed away when the three men begin wooing another female with their horrendous voices. he’s had enough of them. “ i am going to ask this as nicely as i can , ” shin says upon approaching the three men who cut their song short to eye him up and down. he almost gags at their appreciative hum, but he knows what a siren’s beauty does to humans so he relaxes — for the moment. “ leave . ” he crosses his arms as the men blink at him. “ did you hear me ? pay your tab , and leave . ”
when it seems the men are in a drunken stupor, still eyeing him like a piece of meat, shin growls and cracks his neck with a sharp turn of his head. his eyes flicker a dangerous color, warning the men silently, as he opens his mouth to reveal rows of sharp teeth, each one glistening with saliva. their stupor cracks like a gunshot to a mirror and they scramble up and away from the bar counter, tossing their money at it before scurrying out of the club with their proverbial tails between their legs.
