Thread:Valentin girl/@comment-8014223-20180202184930/@comment-8014223-20180209075941

Fran: (after changing from her golden dress to her green one, she starts to head back, but stops at the water and looks at herself. Her hair is still messy, though the seaweed is out of her hair) Duke still didn't had to laugh at me...

(Suddenly, a wave appeared and swept Fran into the water and was being dragged to a destination. Fran instantly became a mermaid and started noticing her new surroundings)

Fran: What is this part of the sea? What was with that water?

Salara: Well, well. Instead of a sailor, I got a girl.

Fran: Huh? (sees Salara) Who are you?

Salara: I am Salara. And you are? (looking at her from head to tail)

Fran: My name is Fran. What is that look for, Miss Salara?

Salara: Don't call "Miss" and your hair looks like a shipwreck.

Fran: (embarrassed) Normally, my hair isn't like this. A friend named Duke was trying too hard to have fun.

Salara: Duke? Is he your boyfriend?

Fran: No way! Duke is Vevina's boyfriend. Mine is Stephen. (suddenly, she feels something touching her hair, turns around) What the-?

Salara: That is my pet, Armossa. Quite the hair stylist. He'll fix that hair of yours in no time.

Armossa: (works on Fran's hair, making look neater like it was before Duke's trick)

Fran: Wow, I'm impressed. I didn't know an octopus can style hair.

Salara: With those eight arms, they can do anything. This Stephen of yours, is he a nerd?

Fran: A nerd? No, he may wear glasses and talk a lot about scientific things. He is not a nerd, he is knowledgeable.

Salara: You two are very close?

Fran: (cautiously) Yes, we are... Why?

Salara: I want to see if it is true and if it is possible to steal his heart, then wreck it.

Fran: (shocked) What?! (then she is grabbed by tentacles, keeping her from moving) Please let go of me!

Salara: I have never really played my game on land. This will be exciting!

Fran: What makes you think I will you go near my friends?

Salara: There are some people here who will make sure that you will never leave them again.

Fran: (disbelief) You don't mean-?