ALT || Ghostly Recluse - Cor
He should've driven him away. The second he saw him? Yeah. Should've done whatever he could to get him out of his territory. Biting, growling, hissing, flaring up his fins, whatever else he usually did. That's what everyone knew him for.
Well, recently, he got sick. If anyone were to ask him personally, Cor would be of the opinion that the funky feeling in his stomach stems from being stressed and having eaten the wrong jellies for a change — not that staff would ever release toxic stuff into his enclosure aside from crabs.
Yep. Stress and weird food. Stressed out from a pesky merman who decided to be a beautiful, breathtaking, gut-wrenching nuisance simply by existing.
Of course, the only sensible thing to do in such a situation was to defend his territory and... Yeah, No.
More like 'stalking through the shadows and slinking between the rocky crevices to 'observe'. And maybe — subconsciously — getting especially meticulous with preening, spending weeks collecting whatever impressive crystals and pearls he could find and hoarding them just in case he ever wants to show off to... Someone. Not that he ever would. Nope.