Chanelle arched both eyebrows. "You can;t be serious right? No one comes from the sea, they can live by it or be around i but they can;t exactly live in it... And I come from the land... I am a land roamer, so to speak." she said.

He couldn't be serious right? He couldn't be from the sea, and if he was wouldn't he be half fish or something?

"I come from the sea. I was born in it and lived in it my whole life. So I don't think I understand. How is it not possible?" He wiggled his toes and smiled. He looked up and took a deep breath. "You didn't see me yesterday did you?" He asked.

"Everything was blurry, I had salt water in my eyes..." she said and frowned, a bit disappointed now. "And it's not possible because, one, humans don't have a way to breathe under water, well we do but it's only for a limited time, and going to deep can crush us, breathing in water drowns us... So It couldn't be possible..." she said and played with a strand of hair.

"Oh, it is possible if you aren't human. I can do it." He said, pointing towards himself. He stood, walking back and forth, testing out his legs. He felt ready to do anything, his legs were strong and he wasn't so wobbly anymore. He couldn't understand how this happened but he was glad it did.

She frowned as she realized that he had nothing on and she blushed, looking the other way. "Yeah... Did they ever tell you about clothing under the big blue sea?" she asked him and kept her eyes away from him. Even though it was a bit sexy... Well... It was also a tad bit embarrassing.

He glanced down at the brown cloth that he had wrapped around lower half. "No...I got tangled in this stuff. Is it clothing?" He asked, brushing his hair from his face. He looked at her, now noticing how she was dressed. Was that he should look too? Now he thought about it every human he had seen had always some type of clothing on. He had never needed to think about it until now.

"No... It's not..."She said and got up, going to her room and getting some clothes her ex left behind and held them out to him. She'd washed them already so they were at least usable. "Here, put these on..." she told him, giving him the jeans and a Japanese band t-shirt.

He glanced at the clothing, trying to figure out how they would go on. He took them in his arms and all of a sudden missed his tail. He tugged his fingers into the side of the brown cloth and tugged at it until it became loose. He slide on the shirt, getting his head and arms in the correct holes. He sat down and tugged on the pants. The cloth was still tangled around his waist but he made no move to untangle it.

Chanelle smiled and went into the kitchen to make something to drink, deciding on chai tea lattes and making them quickly, pouring just the right amount of milk and sugar in hem than stirring them up again and heading back into the sitting room, setting a cup down on the table for him for when he got done.

He sat down on the couch and waited for her to come back, when she did he smiled. "I like these." He said, pointing at the clothing. He looked at what she had in her hand. "What are those?" He asked. This was so much, he was going through an overload. Everything felt so new.

"It's a kind of drink... You don;t have them below the sea because... You live underwater so, things like this don;t exactly stay in their containers, try it..." She said and sipped at her tea than froze. "Oh, also, be careful, it's hot." she said and nodded, hoping he'd heed her warning.

"Hot? How can a liquid be hot?" He questioned, looking down at the cup. He sniffed it and rose it to his lips, taking a careful sip. "It is hot! That's weird!" He said, taking another long sip of it. "I like it." He said, nodding. He sat back, getting comfortable. He was enjoying his drink, taking long sow sips of it.

She arched an eyebrow and sat nothing and just took a slow sip of her drink. It had been a loooong day, and tomorrow was going to be even longer.