Rin's mouth hangs open at the brilliance surrounding him. The mersharks prefer the darker depths where they won't be seen, places of murky drifts and jagged chasms. In their world, everything was sharp and harsh, foreboding. Nothing like the splendor and artistry here. He stretches to reach the closest tower to run his rough palm over its unblemished surface, unaccustomed to such gentle structures. It reminds him of Haruka's skin, absent of any of the spiny detricles that adorn Rin's flesh.

"It's incredible, Haru..."

He trembles with excitement, as he whips his head around, yearning to dash off and explore everything. He would too (he's not afraid of any stupid fish). But he is afraid of getting Haruka in trouble with his people. He can only imagine how his shiver would react were the situation reversed. Though, some of them tended to be a lot more aggressive with trespassers.

"Why would you ever want to leave?"