[Image Description: A colored digital drawing of  Jonathan Sims, a thin, dark-skinned man with

[Image Description: A colored digital drawing of  Jonathan Sims, a thin, dark-skinned man with short brown hair wearing a t-shirt and sitting under a checkered blanket, and Martin Blackwood, a tall, fat man with pale skin and blonde hair tied back into a loose ponytail wearing a long-sleeved blue shirt. They are sitting on a couch. Jon has his hands on his stomach, and his head turned toward Martin though his eyes are turned away. Martin has one arm over the top of the couch. Jon is speaking, and a small speech bubble has a cartoonish grey seal imagining an equally cartoonish blue shark. End ID]With a roll of his eyes, Jon said, “It wasn’t entirely that. Eventually my grandmother warned me away from it. Told me about dangerous animals that absolutely weren’t native to the coast where we lived.” “Great white sharks?”“Surrounding our seaside village on every watery side, ready to eat hapless little seal boys who didn’t listen to their nans.”something from my fic breathe in the salt because why not -- source link

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