The Merman, My Man
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So, how was I going to prove that?
Even as I wondered about that in my head, I suddenly remembered the first time Dicken had asked me to respond to him on Lemenland. Embarrassed, I averted my gaze and licked his pointy ear as if tasting a fresh slice of raw fish, and then bit him—in the next instant, I was pushed down to the ground punishingly. His webbed paw was dancing over my upper body, before lingering over my armpit and tickling it, and I curled up from the tickle, laughing and begging him to stop. “Ah, hahaha! Stop it, Dicken, I can’t take it anymore… Please, hahaha…”
However, he held my waist fast, preventing me from escaping his ‘punishment.’