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[Tap tap tap

Yes, that sound is coming from your window, barge denizen, it is the soft tapping of little fingers on irritatingly water resistant glass.

Tap tap tap

Usually, Prefect is pretty much the last person on the barge who would come tapping at someone's window, trying to lure their out of their room into a watery grave. He's a nice person, and more than that, a man who holds himself up to a high set of moral standards.

Unfortunately, he fell overboard and turned into a mermaid, and he does have a precedent for taking a keen interest in fucking with people when he's been turned into a mermaid. Still, it's probably okay to open your window and talk to him, right?

Tap tap tap

Tap tap tap

Tap tap tap...]

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[Prefect watches Rorschach flail backwards dispassionately. He doesn't often get the chance to look down on other merfolk, but he thinks in this case he's entitled. Rorschach is just so weird.]

You're being even more unhelpful than usual, friend.

[He gives another chastising sweep of his tail, but Ror is out of reach of it this time, so it's just the threat of a jostle now, and another swirl of thin blood through the water.]

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[Pale blue eyes follow the swirl intently, more blatantly hungry than predatory now. He scents the water, angling himself to follow it more accurately, faintly leaning towards it.]

Hungry.

[It's more sigh than snarl, no matter how much effort he puts into pitching it towards the latter, the desperate, plaintive sound of a creature whose belly never seems to be as full as is comfortable.]

And you're bleeding.

[Finally offered, explained, though it does little to curb his too-intent attention.]

...smell like food too.

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I am not bleeding! [Prefect blurted out, suddenly indignant and irate. He could feel the... tiny twinge of pain in his tail now, yes, but being told he smelled like food was not the way to get him to admit that.]

You're probably smelling something else! The inside of the ship! I don't smell like anything!

[He thrashed his tail a little, letting out a little more blood as he put some more space between himself and Rorschach, cautious again. Suspicious, even.]

[wemaketheworld]

Can smell you.

[There's no uncertainty in his words, only blandly offered honest truth and bared teeth, though he doesn't move any closer. He has no reason to lie about this, nothing to be gained from deceiving him about his own scent, and his sense of smell is too keen for him to be wrong.]

Stop moving. Making it worse.

[A frown even as he cranes to look, raising his chin to sniff better and his stomach rumbles as predatory instinct creeps in to helpfully inform him that it's bleeding, that the food chain dictates he needs to clean it up, preferably by cleaning its bones, but he ignores it. There are other things he can eat. Other things that aren't bleeding right now, but other things that have the added benefit of not talking back. Other things with worse transgressions against the ecosystem, or weaker links in the chain.]