Mermaid Feeding Rules

Hobbs packed up the things he had forgotten from his room, checked them carefully before closing the door again.

It was getting late at night, and Hobbs yawned, inevitably complaining to Collins, feeling that he was a bit of a bother.

But considering that if Collins really woke up and found that he was not angry, Hobbs complained and complained, so he quickened his pace and even cleaned up his face before entering the door.

Hobbs pushed open the door carefully, the dormitory was quiet, the bedroom door was closed, it was hung on the back of the chair by the next rope from Collins before, and all the items were still in their original positions.

Hobbs heaved a sigh of relief, and squeezed in sideways through the gap in the door. After changing his shoes, he lowered his head and was about to close the door when suddenly a pair of bare feet appeared.

Hobbs raised his head abruptly, and met the expressionless Collins at the door. He also went out after Hobbs went out, still wearing pajamas and shoes.

Hobbs didn't know where Collins had gone, his pajamas were a little wrinkled, and there was still a faint vapor on his body.

"You..." Hobbs moved his lips, with a bit of guilt in his eyes, he turned sideways to let him in, and said dryly, "Where did you go just now?"

Collins didn't speak, and squeezed in from Hobbs. When he passed him, he turned his head to look at Hobbs. Hobbs looked at his own shadow reflected in his somewhat dull pupils, feeling a little guilty for some reason.

In the afternoon, the repeated words of Boyce and Collins rang in his ears. Hobbs swallowed, watched as Collins opened the bedroom door and walked in.

Hobbs hesitated at the door for a while, took a quilt from the cabinet to wrap his body, and guarded the door without going in.

Hobbs looked at the closed door anxiously...

How should I explain it to Collins tomorrow?

However, the reason Hobbs had been thinking about all night was of no use.

Collins didn't have any impression of his going out last night. After waking up, he only felt that his body felt abnormally tired for some reason, and he didn't tie the rope on his hands. Hobb, who had promised to watch him Si is nowhere to be seen.

The movement of Collins waking up was not small, and Hobbs, who was sleeping a little drowsily outside the door, also woke up when he heard the movement.He stood up holding the quilt, knocked on the door, and asked the person inside hesitantly, "Collins, are you awake?"

Collins was surprised to find Hobbs outside the door: "Why are you outside?"

Hobbs stared at him for a moment, suddenly realizing that Collins had no recollection of what had happened the night before.

"After I took a shower yesterday, you untied the rope and went to sleep, and closed the door, so I stayed at the door and didn't go in."

"Is that so?" Collins was a little embarrassed when he heard the words, "Did I do anything else strange last night?"

"No?" Hobbs shook his head and answered affirmatively, "You didn't wake up after falling asleep last night."

Collins was relieved to hear his words, maybe there would be no problem after falling asleep.

"Trouble you." Collins smiled at Hobbs, and wanted to say something, his eyes suddenly went blank for a moment, and when he recovered, he looked at Hobbs in front of him and forgot what he wanted to say.

But after last night, Hobbs, who had been somewhat disapproving of Collins and Boyce's advice, suddenly seemed to be more attentive than before. He actively followed Collins, and his eyes fell on him from time to time.

Collins is not used to Hobbs' gaze, but thinking of his strange reaction now, he thinks it's not bad.

And Hobbs followed him all morning, and he was a little relieved when he found that Collins didn't look unusual.

Maybe it was really just sleepwalking in the middle of the night?

thought Hobbs.

A few steps away from him, Collins tapped his head. What the hell did he do before he left the house yesterday afternoon?

Collins tried hard to recall, but there were some faint impressions in his memory, but he couldn't grasp the clue, and there was a throbbing pain from his temple...

Hobbs has been paying attention to him, seeing Collins shaking a little, his first reaction is to reach out to support him.

But Collins noticed his movement and took a step back, swaying and then steadied himself, avoiding Hobbs' outstretched hand.

Collins lowered his head: "You go back first?"

……

This is the third day of Collins' anomaly, and a week after Garcia told Boyce that his breeding season was approaching.

Boyce has been busy with the research institute recently, and the other group's testing is about halfway through. So far, two candidates have been found, and the rest will continue to be checked.

But according to the progress, they should find everyone before the effect of z-Ⅲ erupts.

And Boyce and the others are almost halfway through the completion of No. 1 potion. Generally speaking, everything seems to be developing smoothly in a good direction.

But Professor Cyril and a few of the current research institutes over there are not looking very good. Professor Cyril keeps urging them to study the progress of the No. 2 drug.

Professor Cyril and his team were almost rejected by the researchers of the entire institute, but Professor Cyril didn't care about it. He is almost desperate now, as if he is obsessed and only wants to research the No. 2 potion, so it is better to consider the follow-up issues .

Boyce also met him in the corridor today. Professor Cyril looked a lot thinner than before. Boyce looked at the somewhat crazy man whose eyes were bloodshot and stared at him, and suddenly remembered Enter this floor and meet Professor Cyril.

Probably no one thought that he could be so crazy.

Then Boyce looked at him and couldn't help but think of Collins. He originally thought that Professor Cyril would inject the drug into Collins, but Collins' physical examination did not leave any trace of z-Ⅲ.

Either Professor Cyril didn't inject Collins with the medicine, or the effect of z-Ⅲ was wiped out.

But think about it and know that the latter is not possible.

After Boyce thought of Collins, he stopped by to check on Collins on his way back at night.

Collins has been reclusive during this period, and seems to be hiding in his dormitory most of the time.

When Boyce went to find him, he chatted with Collins for a while, but Collins seemed a little absent-minded.

"Have you seen the new mermaid?" Collins asked him.

"No." Boyce shook his head. He has been very busy recently, and he also heard the news about the new mermaid from other people.

"Is that so." Collins paused for a moment before continuing to ask, "What color is it?"

"I heard it looks good." He added another sentence.

The news of the new mermaid was also not hidden from Collins. Boyce was still listening to him talking about the mermaid that would be sent in a while when Collins was just sent here, and kept silent about the s-24. .

With the previous lessons learned, Collins dare not approach the mermaid again for the time being, but he still likes the beauty of the mermaid very much.

But now, even though he was also talking about the new mermaid, and he was the one who brought up the topic at first, Collins seemed a little uninterested.

"Red."

"Red?"

Boyce heard Collins sigh, "Red doesn't look good."

Collins looked forward with empty eyes, his voice was not loud, but he was very sure: "The blue color is the most beautiful."

blue……

It's the color of the tail of the s-24...

When it came to this, Boyce recalled inappropriately that before Collins left the institute last time, he had said to himself: "The blue fishtail is the prettiest."

……

Boyce returned a little late because of a trip to Collins.

As soon as he entered the door, he found that Garcia was already waiting for him at the door. He had already learned to read the time by looking at the clock. At this moment, the mermaid pointed to the extra distance on the dial.

"You're so late."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and smelled Boyce's side: "There are other people's smells."

After Boyce entered, he closed the door behind his back, leaned his back against the door, and listened to Garcia's continuation.

Garcia didn't say anything else, but pushed Boyce against the door, staring at Boyce with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Boyce paused, recalled his general itinerary today, and looked at him with some doubts: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Garcia shook his head, but his eyes still couldn't help scanning Boyce's face back and forth, as if he wanted to see something, but followed Boyce from the living room to the bedroom, and then from the bedroom to the bathroom door, Garcia Did not wait for the desired response.

He crouched at the door.

Wait a little longer, maybe he'll mention it later.

Garcia comforted himself in this way.

But until Boyce washed up and went to bed, Garcia didn't get the response he wanted.

Boyce had acquiesced that Garcia could go to bed with him at night, but Garcia voluntarily moved down after the breeding season came.

When Boyce asked, Garcia said he worried about what his breeding self could do to Boyce.

But copulation is something that can only happen after transformation, Garcia told Boyce.

After hearing this, Boyce no longer mentioned the matter of letting Garcia come up, and today also packed up and went to bed by himself first.

However, unbeknownst to Boyce, after he fell asleep, Garcia, who had been down there, went back to bed.

He dragged the thick and long fish tail onto the bed, trying to wrap the sleeping human around.

Garcia sat upside down on the head of the bed, bent down and stopped about ten centimeters away from Boyce, some long blue hair gently brushed Boyce's face, disturbed by the breath he breathed out.

He stared at this somewhat familiar face, his eyes swept over Boyce's face inch by inch, and there was a hint of doubt in his golden pupils.

Garcia lowered his body a little more, leaning his head against Boyce's ear, and stretched his other hand into the quilt, close to Boyce's chest, feeling the powerful beating of his heart.

"Did you hear that?"

The merman whispered these words in his ear.

"If you heard...why didn't you answer me?"

The fish tail placed on the bed rolled up the quilt wrapped in humans and slowly tightened it. Garcia kept looking at Boyce's sleeping face and saw him frowning in his sleep. The blue tail gradually loosened Strength.

Some cold lips brushed Boyce's ears, and Garcia straightened up: "I'm waiting for you..."

The author has something to say: It feels like a sequela of yesterday, and the style of painting suddenly became strange_(:*?∠)_