The Siren's Sleeping Beauty [Comprehensive British and American]

Steve walked the fish with one hand, and when the fish wasn't paying attention, he sat him on the bed, just like pressing him on a cutting board.

Raising his hands to hold Angus' bent knees, he pointed to himself: "Steve Rogers."

Unsurprisingly, Angus was successfully distracted and only looked at Steve's face.

"Steve Rogers."

Pursing his lips, Steve listened to his own voice calling his own name, not knowing why he was slightly swollen, and even slightly dissatisfied.

After thinking for a while, he pointed to himself and raised his hand to hold his throat: "Steve Rogers."

Then he reached out and touched Angus' throat, and looked at him.

Angus thought for a moment: "Steve Rogers."

It sounded like a song.

Steve only felt his ears itch, and unconsciously laughed: "Steve Rogers, yes."

Angus reached out to touch his eyes again, and Steve began to think that this gesture should represent curiosity and intimacy.

After he had touched enough, Steve took his hand and put it on his chest: "What about you?"

Angus patted his chest, tilted his head to look at Steve.

Steve pointed to himself: "Steve Rogers." Then he imitated Angus and reached out and patted his chest.

Angus quickly imitated his smile: "Angus."

"Angus?" Steve was a little surprised at the familiarity of the pronunciation.

"Angus." Angus smiled at him, the arc increased, his eyes were bent, and only a thin blue could be seen.

Steve was stunned, and raised his hand to brush the messy hair he tossed: "Angus."

"Steve Rogers." Angus swayed from side to side, "Steve Rogers! Steve Rogers!"

Steve sat back on the floor, crossed his hands and looked at Angus who was excited again: "omeetyou, Angus."

"omeetyou." Angus leaned forward, and hit his forehead hard with a "bang", "Steve Rogers!"

Steve's forehead hurt from being knocked by him, but just looking at that face from such a distance, his heart was hit hard.

Especially the mermaid's eyes are foggy and loose at the moment, without the feeling of ruthlessness, only the bewildered and cuteness left.

There was still some red on the cheekbones, and he kept opening his mouth to say Steve's name.

It is very easy to make people's hearts turn into water.

…Wait a minute……

Steve didn't have time to withdraw the dumbfounded smile from the corner of his lips, when a thought hit him.

He slightly pulled Angus away: "... Angus?"

Angus tilted his head to look at him: "Steve Rogers?"

"You..." Steve hesitated, "Could it be that you eat too much sugar..."

Angus blinked, and suddenly the whole fish fell backwards.Steve stretched out his arms and squeezed his arms tightly, and Angus kicked his stomach with his feet.

Steve was forced to stand up halfway, and grabbed Angus tightly to prevent him from turning over: "Angus!"

The feet, which had never been tempered by anything, were too soft, and they stepped on his abdomen to his chest one after another.Angus stretched his head back vigorously and swung backwards.

Steve held him, but didn't dare to let go.He felt that if he let go, Angus would shoot out like a missile because of his posture.

The most frightening thing is that if it really pops out, he will definitely get angry afterwards, and he will flick his tail and hit himself.

"Angus!" He raised his voice, pinched Angus' arm and tried to pull him closer, "Angus, let's talk."

Angus was quite happy dangling around, but suddenly he raised his head and looked behind Steve, narrowing his eyes.

"Sir, please open the door." The doorman's voice from downstairs came from the door, like a warning.

Steve turned his head to look at the door, and then his arms suddenly loosened.Angus rushed to his shoulder and was about to rush to the door without knowing what to do.

"Oh, God——" Steve threw the fish on the ground with hands and feet, and made a "plop", which prevented Angus from turning himself into a torpedo. "Angus, be quiet!"

The janitor outside the door became nervous when he heard the movement inside the house.He took out his spare key, hesitating for a moment or stuffing it back.

"Sir, if you don't open the door again, I'm going to call the police!" He raised his voice.

Steve suppressed Angus who was moving around, and raised his voice: "Ased!"

He hurriedly yanked the towel three times and five times to wrap the fish into a caterpillar, especially the whole leg was wrapped tightly to prevent him from suddenly changing the fish tail.

There was another commotion in the house, and the guard stared at the door panel, holding his mobile phone in his hand.

"He's definitely doing something bad!" The decadent young man behind him was categorical.

"I'm here to open the door! Immediately!"

Listening to the voice outside the door, Steve couldn't help sighing.

He hurried towards the door, Angus arched and arched on the spot, biting the heel of his slippers.

Steve staggered, and fell behind the door with his hands on his hands, making a loud "bang——".

Steve looked down at the crooked doorknob that he had grasped forcefully, hopped on one foot, and stood still.He glanced back at Angus, who was spit, spit, and flew his shoes far away, twitched the corners of his mouth, and silently screwed back the doorknob.

Cautiously opened the door a crack, he coughed: "Um, what can I do for you?"

The caretaker looked at Steve's beard, thinking about the man he brought back last night.

Even though the eyes of the person in front of him are very clean and easy to make people soft-hearted, he hardened his heart: "Sir, I think you need...keep quiet."

"It's already past three in the morning."

"I'm sorry, it's just... my... friend... he was drunk." Steve tried to look normal.

The guard frowned tightly: "But when you brought him back yesterday, you said he was drunk."

Still drunk after midnight?

"...Um, yes, drunk again." Steve coughed, "He's going through a very difficult time recently, and he's always drunk."

"Always drinking."

"...I think in order to reassure both of us, we may need to check." The decadent man behind the guard said suddenly, "This is a collective apartment, it is impossible to take care of you alone."

"If you are something..."

The guard quickly interrupted the young man: "We just want to make sure that you don't need help, sir, nothing else."

The decadent man pursed his lips, but the suspicion in his eyes had already spoken out for him.

Steve sighed inwardly, looked back at Angus who was rolling around on the ground, put his hands on his waist, and held the door.

Angus was tired from rolling, so he looked up at him wrapped in a towel: "Steve Rogers?"

Steve put his hand on his forehead.

He opened the door slightly, with a serious face: "I am sorry if we have caused trouble to other residents."

"But..." He shrugged, motioning them to look at the long, unknown creature that was arching and arching in the darkness, "I just don't want more people to see my friend's distressed appearance."

The light in the porch flashed across Angus's face, and it was not very clear, but the loose hair was very long.

The young man froze for a moment, and the janitor opened his mouth slightly.

Instantly realized something, facing two subtle gazes, Steve's brain twitched, and he didn't have time to think: "He's male... male male male."

"Men, yes."

Then two more strange sights came.

Steve...he definitely needs to talk to normal Terrans more.

Angus squinted at the two people at the door, and suddenly opened his mouth.Steve caught his change, quickly squatted in front of him, covered his mouth, and dragged the fish into the bathroom in the blink of an eye: "Hey, Angus, don't throw up—hold on!"

Angus struggled violently and bit his finger into his mouth.

Steve frowned, the skin was definitely broken, but the bones were not broken, so it should still be a joke.

Pushing Angus away, he glanced at the abnormal shape in the towel wrapped around his leg, and the pair of beastly eyes.

He completely blocked the bathroom door and turned his head: "Have you seen clearly? You have come to disturb me again and again, and you can't give me and my friend a clean."

"If this happens again, I really have to consider whether I want to complain to you." Steve frowned, trying to express his dissatisfaction.

"What I do in my territory should be none of your business!"

After finishing speaking, the expressions of the two people at the door became even more strange.

Steve...

Ah, God... Steve Rogers you must use the word territorial! ? ?

Ok?

"...We just need to make sure that everything is normal, and you don't need any help." The guard looked at the serious Steve, grabbed the young man who was about to say something, and chose to retreat.

He had accidentally seen the blood stains slightly smeared from this man's abdomen when he came back before. He might be dangerous.

"We're sorry if I disturbed you. However, you should be more considerate of us." The guard tried to keep himself on the high ground.

"Of course I can understand, but you've seen everything now. So, please get out." Relying on his stature, Steve blocked their sight and pushed them outside, pretending to be impatient look.

"I think you'd better not come here again, I'll keep quiet." Half-holding the door, Steve suggested sincerely.

"...Okay, I'm sorry to bother you." The guard nodded, and the two left.

Steve slammed the door shut, leaning his back against it, let out a deep breath, and walked quickly into the bathroom.

Angus was struggling with the towel wrapped around the fin of his fish's tail, like a two-hundred-pound dog who couldn't take off his pants, and was so anxious that he felt wronged.

He patted the tail of the fish vigorously with his hand, and then hissed while holding his red hand.

Steve...

It's definitely eating sugar and eating high.

Squatting down, holding down his twisting shoulders, reaching out to tear off the towel for him.

"Angus..." The voice was a little helpless and tolerant.

Angus felt relieved, and flicked the tail of the fish: "Steve Rogers."

"Steve." Stretching out his hand to pinch away the black hair that was covered with tumbling, Steve whispered.

"Steve." Angus lay on the ground, resting his chin on his arms, looking up at Steve.

Steve looked down at his appearance, feeling like he had a large pet, and reached out to pat his head.

Angus reached up to his knees, raised his head, and touched his forehead: "Steve."

Steve didn't want to lie, because his heart literally melted in an instant.

Everything can be forgiven him.

The author has something to say: Author: What is the most powerful thing about Angus?

Angus: Tail [Steve: Acting like a baby. 】

Angus: Huh? 【stay】

Steve: ...Tail...um.

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