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Loosejaw sprawled in the lagoon with waves lapping against his chest. It was an idle afternoon spent in the shade of some foliage. As he reclined, his claws dug into the sand in a repeated sequence. The granular bits were great for exfoliating his claws to keep them pearly bronze, and for the surrounding skin to become extra soft. Demons aren't really known for baby smooth skin, but Loosejaw prided himself in the way he look. His human had introduced him to such shallow practices. "We all can't sparkle like the vampires in Twilight but I want my skin to look pretty damn near perfect when I die."

And here he was, enjoying his mental vacation as his human underwent a terrible experience in the coffin of science: MRI scans. He whistled a jaunty tune he heard from the land-based winis. They were an annoying lot. Loosejaw mostly lived near or in the sea, but even he knew honey didn't come from dragonflies. And then the alarms in his head went off.

He calmly accepted his fate. There was another demon frolicking on his grounds. A slow smile danced to his face. "Hello, demon. Enjoying some R&R?"

A dreamy smile crept up his face. Loosejaw indulged in imagining what it would be like to bury this wini. "Your island? Your lagoon? You've been hanging out with humans too much haven't you? The idea of ownership is ephemeral and ridiculous. I'm just here to enjoy nature." He punctuated the two-syllable word with flicks of his tail.

Turning over to his opposite side, he dug deeper into the water and sand, hoping she get the hint. He wanted company, but not if the other wini wanted to dispute rights to the lagoon. A fish darted by.

"I like having my own ocean but that's not going to happen anytime soon, yeah?" said Loosejaw, not bothering to turn around. It was just too comfortable in this position. He spied two fish crookedly swimming together.

Finally, he turned over. She was at least trying to be civilized. Eyeing her hat he had to wonder. Well, that explains her "MINE" philosophy. "So, I hear see you like mudkipz pirates.

Does that mean you want to plunder my booty?" He was trying to make conversation.

"Why, yes, I do, but they're only for gifted hands. They're some of the rarest in all seven seas and as a result, have to be handled delicately. Need to be coaxed out and crooned about how lovely they are. They come alive in not just anyone's hands." He responded manner of factly! If only his horns could curve into glasses. Professor Pervert was here to stay.

Loosejaw reclined a bit further, emulating a pose he saw on a romance novel his human read. He did have long hair like Fabio. He flicked his head back, and fired a cocky grin.

SPLAT.

"What intuitive AIM!"cried out Loosejaw a teasing manner. "I said delicately" the male grumbled good naturely as he shook his hips around to get rid of the sand that covered his lower half. He stopped mid-thrust.It justlooked bad.

Curiously he peered at her as he washed himself off. The sun's rays were comforting as he paddled closer, circling before lounging next to her. He was completely submerged save his head. "You're the biggest monster I see out here" he winked. "At least here, it's relatively shallow and you can see the floor. In deeper waters, that's where the real fun's at. What's your name, yo?"

"Grace.Grace O' Malley" he chewed it over a bit. That name was a mouthful. "That sounds like a name from the Irish famine years." Suddenly a glare reflected off of her jewelry, momentarily blinding him. Shaking his head, he submerged deeper before resurfacing on her other side.

"Shouldn't your name be No-Beard?" wow. He was just the fountain of cliches today. Smooth Operator was a no-go. "My name's Loosejaw. My coloring resembles that off deep sea anglers, and I can blend in well with my environment. Sometimes small fish mistake me for their permanent ecosystem. They make for great snacks" he smiled his strong pearly whites.

Flipping on his back, he swam lazy circles around Grace humming and singing in a low voice, "Amaaaaaazing Grace.."

All this grumbling of foods made him hungry. plus he kept on seeing scrawny fish swim by. With Grace's last comment it got his mind acranking. Further up on the shore were coconuts. Further up were some fruit trees and lemon grass. Around the alcove oysters brooded. Fish weren'ttoo far away. An impromptu cookout was within grasps.

Of course he contined singing "Amazing Grace" as he plotted. He was great at multi-tasking after all. Flipping over, he stretched. He splashed the other demon. "Aren't you hungry? Just a little bit? You're juicy brown as some coconuts I see."