((Three complete strangers called me a “good girl” today.
I’M TWENTY FUCKING YEARS OLD.
"I didn’t mean it like that," Susan mumbled, blushing a bit. "I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to imply you were stupid." She frowned, turning left and glancing around before increasing her. "You have to understand. I’ve never met someone like you before so I’m not exactly sure what to call you. I don’t want to assume you know human things either because you probably don’t. It doesn’t mean you’re less than, but it’s the way things are."
"I’ve never met anyone like you before either, b-but I don’t call you a crab just because you walk around on legs." Richard huffed, "I live how I suppose you would live if you lived in the sea. I may not have lamps or music boxes, b-but I doubt you could carve coral or stone like I can, or know exactly where to find a meal in the ocean." he stared over at her, "I like you, I don’t w-want you to think of me a-as an animal, or a pet, I-I’m your equal. You can call me Richard." he ran a hand through his hair, "If you want to know what I am, I s’pose mermaid i-is okay, if that’s the name humans have for us. Jimmy says we’re murúch, if you’d p-prefer that.”
She smiled to herself and shrugged. “You do. But it’s refreshing, in it’s own way. Everything is new and even if it’s frustrating, it’s still fun to explain it to you. Just let me know if you have trouble keeping up.” Susan chuckled and glanced over at him. “Sounds good. I know you fish types probably just go in the ocean, but here we have specific locations for that sort of thing.” She continued driving, eager to get home. “Maybe when we get to my flat I can fix up something spicy for you.”
"I don’t want to b-be frustrating for you." Richard mumbled, "I’m just trying to learn." he blinked at her, "Maybe I could teach you about my home? Then we could be even!" he grinned, "We might not have lamps, but I’m sure we must have stuff you guys d-don’t have." he blinked, "Fish types?" he repeated, sounding vaguely offended, "I’m not a fish!" he looked down, "We don’t go around people, we’ll go off somewhere private, we’re not animals. Most places would do, just not in our h-home or anything… That’d be gross. Nobody wants that in their gills." he pulled a face, then slid down into his seat, "Is that how y-you think of me?" he asked quietly, "Some sort of animal? A fish? I’m a p-person… I’m not stupid or u-uncivilized, I just don’t understand how humans work yet."