The moment Cutie heard the words "fish" and "dinner" in the same breath, he swore his heart just leapt out of his chest and ran for the hills. He stood frozen, eyes wide, like someone had whispered his worst nightmare right into his soul.
In this world, there was one thing he feared above all else—not beasts, not storms, not even angry elders.
Fish.
Those cold, slimy creatures with their unblinking, glassy eyes. The kind that stared at you even in death, like they were silently judging your life choices. Yes. Those fish. The wide-eyed monsters that refused to close their eyes, even when the world was done with them.
Kaya raised a brow, watching him closely. Amused. She held up the fish and tilted her head slightly, a sly smile playing on her lips.
"Why? Is there a problem?"
Cutie flinched, laughing awkwardly as if someone had just asked him to hug a ghost.
"Problem?… No… no problem. P-Problem? What problem? I mean, what problem could I possibly have with f-f-fissshhh..."
