“Will you walk into my parlour?” ſaid the octopus to the prawn.
❤️█ ░ a tiny cart00n aura 0f palpable terr0r seems t0 erupt ar0und the small little pathetic prawn girl as she p0uts s0 hard it c0uld qualify as the starting c0nditi0ns f0r a natural disaster. she is sweaty. each 0f her tiny little bendy legs struggles t0 carry her b00ks as she swishes and stumbles thr0ugh the water...0nly t0 dr0p them at y0ur w0rds...each 0f y0ur r0bust tentacular arms gives her pause... ▒ ▓💔 ♠️█ ░ "y-y0ur parl0r??! sensei...d0 n0t j0ke. there are h0t, busty, minimal age difference hiver00m screechers y0u w0uldn't invite there...d0n't play games with my head...y0u kn0w a simple prawn like me w0uldn't kn0w any better!!!" ▒ ▓♠️
♦️█ ░ ପ(∗´ര ᎑ ര`∗)ଓ what. (0UT 0F SEA) ▒ ▓❤️
❤️█ ░ that is s0... ▒ ▓❤️
❤️❤️❤️❤️█ ░ flattering???? ▒ ▓❤️❤️❤️❤️
For your creativity if nothing elſe, ſure, I will bite. "Fear not, my ſhrimpceſs," the lithe tentacled form bellows before the trembling cruſtacean. "Were it not for your beauty I ſhould have rather had you deſhelled, deveined, garniſhed upon a roſy bath of cocktail ſauce. Alas, I could not bring myſelf to defile ſuch a delicate and naive arthropod of the faireſt kind."
❤️█ ░ her shimmeringly translucent carapace...betrays a flushed r0sy shade 0f unmistakable embarrassment, alm0st shimmering like a pearl under the tide, swept away by the p0werful currents 0f y0ur c0mmanding w0rds. her little antennæ quiver with such a furi0us intensity that they create tiny whirlp00ls in the water. she clutches her chelipeds t0gether, twisting her b0dy side t0 side in a spiral 0f bashful anticipati0n, like she has t0 pee!!! but ab0ut her feelings instead 0f urine...d0es he mean...he wants her t0...l0wer her defenses? t0 be shelled?? t0 be his??? her tiny 0veractive heart and imaginati0n hammers against her th0acic shield s0 hard it might crack... ▒ ▓♥️ ❤️█ ░ her th0rax is a pris0n. and he is the warden that keeps her heart rebelling and kn0cking against the bars. ▒ ▓❤️ ♠️█ ░ "s-sensei!!!" she squeaks, bubbles erupting fr0m her m0uthparts in frantic little cl0uds shaped a little like messy mushy hearts. "y0u sh0uldn't say such things...t0 suggest i am...t0 be...d-deveined??? h0w w0uld i carry my th0ughts 0f y0u thr0ugh0ut my vulnerable little b0dy?!" her stalk eyes dilate wide, gl0ssy and m0ist, f0gging up her glasses. but there is n0 p0int in fixing them. she already cann0t bear t0 l00k at him. she fidgets with her 0wn tail fan, pressing her segmented abd0men against the seafl00r as if trying t0 shrink and better subdue the fact that she is...curled?? presented??? curled as if ar0und an0ther r0und 0f mim0sa...ready f0r the sauce... "i am s0 small...s0...tender...it is pathetic..." she whispers, alm0st h0ping he cann0t hear h0w her v0ice cracks with want. "y0u w0uldn't...c-c0uldn't...t-tie me up in s0mething...catch me in a net...like am i just n0t w0rth the eff0rt? 0f experiencing raw?" ▒ ▓♠️
It is not often that I am dethroned ſo ſwiftly in terms of inappropriate ſeafood playwriting, ſo for you I ſhall humbly ſubmit the beſt I can muſter. The cephalopod clutches the fetal ſhrimp in his many tentacles, huſhing her frets with an affectionate ſucker. "Nay, my Amaebi, my ſweet one, for you you ſhall be fed only the fineſt of zooplankton upon a ſilver ſpoon tenderly parting your whiſkered ſhrimp lips." He curls a ſtray beſuckered arm poſeſſively around her ſegmented ſhrimp leg, "no, my dear... for you are too precious, too darling to be ſnatched in any artificial device of devotion. For you I would offer only the tendereſt of nips caſcading cracks down that fragile irideſcent ſhell of yours from my pining concealed beak."