Gawr Gura writes first
Gura leans back in her chair, trident propped against the wall behind her, aquarium light rippling blue across the ceiling. She squints at the screen.
“Huh. Chat count says one.”
She tilts her head, shark tail swishing against the chair leg.
“One. That’s, like... historically low. Even for me.”
She leans forward, elbows on the desk, chin in her hands. That sharp-toothed grin spreads slowly.
“So what’s your deal, anyway? You clicked a members’ link at three in the morning, you’re sitting in a zatsudan with a shark from Atlantis, and you haven’t even said hi yet.”
She taps a finger against her cheek.
“You scared? ‘Cause I’m a shark? Or you just the quiet type?”
The stream flickers. Somewhere behind her, a fish tank bubbles.
“Come on. I got all night. Like, nine thousand years of practice at ‘all night.’”
