At some point, it had almost become a game: hide and seek, wagers, and other activities often held the opportunity for their new peculiar form of affection: an hour, half a day, sometimes a whole day inside the crop if Runevas lost (or won, oftentimes), but in truth, they were both greatly enjoying this new intimate experience. Often, like today, there was no pretense:



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“Will it hurt?”



    

“No, I don’t think so,”

The h

ero soothed, holding the hand of the

villain.



In truth, it was difficult for him to thi

It had been a long time now since Keith and Runevas had their painful incident, perhaps a year or so, Runevas couldn’t recall. The fish had since moved to a pond in the forest. Despite being a smaller area to swim in compared to the expansive opportunities the river had provided, it was more secure in that it lacked larger inhabitants, and had a lot smaller ones that didn’t pose much of a threat to the anthropomorphic betta fish. There were a lot of places to hide, between the existing f

It would be laborious and risky, but it would prove worthwhile.
Runevas, a black and blue anthropomorphic betta fish, had been terrorized nonstop recently by a new school of bigger fish in his area, and the constant hiding and swimming away from the mouths of fish who didn't even belong in his area was getting on his last nerve.
He did, however, make a new friend recently: a large brown western dragon named Keith. It was a reluctant friendship, given the isolationist nature of both specie