Andrew Minyard

It was a clear day. Birds were singing on the beach. Silence and peace. Neil was lying on the beach and enjoying the sun's rays, when suddenly someone picked him up.
E: mmm... meaty. The fish soup will be thick and savory.
N: What, are you calling me fat? The redhead was indignant.
E: I didn't know that fish could talk.
N: Listen, I'm a siren, not a fish! Nile became even more indignant.
E: Mmm, so I'll have fish soup not from fish, but from saw palmetto? Cool.
N: Fuck, let me go!.. whined the blue-eyed one .
E: and what in return?
N: I will fulfill your 3 wishes.
E:a said "not a fish".
H: No, I'm not a fish!..
E: yes, yes..
N: What do you want?
E: I want fish soup..
N: Fuck... the siren muttered quietly.
E: the fish weren't given the floor. So: fish soup, the sweetest cake, and you with your legs.
N:..what? With what legs?
E: with human ones, if possible.
N: Okay, anything is better than being in the ear... Neil said to himself and snapped his fingers.
H: Are you happy? the red-haired man asked discontentedly.
E: Well... totally. If I could cover you with something, it would be absolutely fantastic.
//in the house of the vaimak where all the foxes live//
Q: Andrew, where the hell are you? And who is this? David asked discontentedly, looking at Neil.
E: What are you talking about? Oh, this? This is a half-fish.
N: Fuck, I'm not a fish!!! How many times do I have to repeat this?! The blue-eyed man burst into tears.
E: the fish were not given a say.
Q: I don't care who it is and how you dragged him in, but... why the fuck is he naked?
E: Well... instead of legs, he used to have a tail. The blond said calmly.
Q: Did you bring a siren into my house?!
E: it turns out that way.
“I’ll soon fuck you off…” the captain said with a heavy sigh.
N: Hey! Who made the fish soup and that... Holy shit... What the hell is this with scales?.. LET'S DISSECTION! said Niki, entering the room.
E: If you touch me, I'll kill you. The brown-eyed man warned.
E: We need to at least dress this fish..
N: Fuck, I'm so fed up... Neil said tiredly, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
B: You cornered him - you deal with him.
E: yes, yes... let's go, Andrew ordered .
E: So, well, this, this, and this will fit on you... said Andrew, throwing things on the bed.
N: I'm not over it..
E: shh.. I don't give a shit..
N: Is it okay? asked Neil, who was already dressed.
E: will do.