"He has a what?!"
The white-haired clerk cringed as she screeched at him for the third time.
Miss Maka Albarn, accomplished marine biologist has brought in her goldfish Black*Star to petco after her normally peppy fish refused to move. She was then directed to the fish section where the man about her age glanced at it before drawling,
"He has a fishy fever."
Maka rubbed her temples as the man, Soul, tapped on her fish's tank.
She swatted his hand away before mumbling 'he doesn't like that'.
"Look, I know a lot, one thing I know a lot about is fish and I have never heard of this 'fishy fever'" Maka stamped her foot and crossed her arms.
"What do you know about fish anyway?!"
"I had a beta once..."
"Then why do you work here?!!"
"I like to chase the fish around with the little green net."
"That stresses them out!!!"
Soul only grinned, showing off the teeth that reminded her of the sharks she watches.
The clerk on the other hand thought this costumer was the most adorable thing he's ever seen. For a studious brainiac, she dressed like a college student. Her hair was in pig tails, with a loose band t-shirt he's never heard the name of, and jeans that looked too good it had to be a crime. Now that he's gotten her all riled up, she looked sexy.
"Tell you what,"
Soul sudden to stood up and stopped her rant and his daze. He picked up the bowl and dumped it into the large goldfish tank.
Maka gasped,
"What are you-!"
She slowly walked closer as her fish seemed to come back to life.
"He was lonely..." Maka crouched in front of the tank and watched her happy fish swim around and socialize, effectively drawing the attention of all the other goldfish.
"I'll watch him here while you can come and visit him everyday, ok?" She looked up at Soul, then back down at her fishy with a sad smile, even though she didn't want to leave him, he looked so happy.
Maka didn't know the caring look Soul was giving her, mustering up his courage, he put a hand on her shoulder and grabbed her attention,
"Why don't we go grab lunch and you can tell me all about your times with it."
Maka smiled and took his hand off her shoulder and held it in her small ones,
"That sound nice." They beamed at each other before walking towards the door,
"By the way, he's not an 'it'"
"How do you know 'its' a 'he'?"
"I checked."