NaNoWriMo Day 8

I had some fun today, mostly with Click (the big feesh that initially dragged him under the ocean) bringing more stuff to Seth to make him feel better, and him mostly not feeling that much better but being too tired to panic. Things … will improve.

Word Count: 16,233

Excerpt:

The giant wasn’t discouraged. They tapped the pile of blankets, and their face glowed with an odd little rhythm of light. Seth imagined an expectant raise of the eyebrows, though the fish giant didn’t have any.

“I don’t want to be on it,” he said, his voice scratchy and tired. “It’s cold. I slept because I was tired, and I’m not tired.”

Click seemed to listen intently, but no sign of understanding appeared. They brushed gently at the blanket almost absently this time. Then they reached out and gently touched Seth’s cheek before he could flinch away.

“I-I’m sorry, okay? I don’t know what you want. I don’t want to sleep on these right now!” he cried out, too confused and wary to be frustrated.

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