Vincenzo Q. Ellis || 21 || Male || Merfolk Prince || Neutral || I'm on mobile bear with me || M: Milo, Diana (ind.)

Vinnie's lips parted just slightly as the magic user prompted the question after the siren had called him out on it. Clearly his little attempt at a lie wasn't quite enough. Well shoot. Problems. He hesitated to answer, a couple nervous chuckles escaping his lips. "Uh--ha... Uhm..." the merfolk shrugged. "I mean... I guess. I guess I'm a Royal," he finally relented. "Not that there's anybody else."

Vinnie shook his head and brushed the thought away with a wave of his hand. "But yes. You do kind of look homeless... just a little bit--" he paused. "You woke up in a ditch? Milo, that's... that's kinda bad. Or at least it sounds bad." His jaded eyes filled with concern toward the magic user.

"Healing is a good thing," Vinnie responded. "That's... that's entirely different than trying to lure someone to their death by drowning them," he stated. "Entirely different. You..." his words died in his throat.

He was good.

Vinnie was just... floating around in life without a real purpose other than to try and survive. For whatever reason.

"My name is Vincenzo. But my family used to call me Vinnie. I figured I'd introduce myself."

Samuel A. Muñeca || Male || Siren || Neutral(?) or Dark. I honestly don't remember. It's midnight. || M: Diana

Perhaps it was the lack of energy he had dispelled or maybe he was just bored. But, as the young man slid closer to the fish-tailed siren, his glittering amethyst eyes flashed with delight and, as an octopus does, one tentacle lashed out and slapped against the side of her scales.

"Well, that was a bit of a train wreck," Samuel snickered, his elbows resting on a piece of coral with his chin comfortably nestled in his palms. "I honestly don't know what you expected to happen there. I mean, come on, a human? And then you even tried to call out that merfolk prince?" He let out a bubbling laugh, letting the oxygen rise to the surface.

Samuel's ashen hair managed to float in a loose mane around his head, glittering eyes full of mischief... and definite boredom. "Besides, who needs them? You can't be seriously thinking about dating that human right? He's too soft. And he's human, maybe if he was like... some Therianthropy then maybe. Or a vampire--I hear they're pretty gnarly. I wonder if they can drown..." Sam frowned for a long moment.

It was clear that the thought had derailed his original intent, stuck on the idea of whether or not vampires could drown. "Like, they can't like... die die," he stated. "Only with that stake thing... or was it a silver bullet? Yeah, I don't remember."

Sam waved the thought off, as if brushing away a floating fish or dislodged piece of seaweed.

"Eh, who needs them, amiright?" His words blended together just slightly. "After all, we got all we need right here! Gullible people, fresh water, food for days--and that empty Merfolk castle over yonder. Have you been inside yet? Dude, it is huge."

Sam grinned, a sharp pointed grin, toward Diana--almost... challenging her to something. What it was, though, wasn't clear.