Drifting in the currents close to shore, Tsavorite Shell observed a large crab waving his claws at her in aggitation. "Is there something you need?" she asked with concern, curious as to what should cause a crab to flag her down.

"Well it's about time!" he snapped with annoyance. "I've been trying to catch your attention for days now, and you ever keep swimming past! How would you like it if everyone ignored you day after day?"

Tsavorite blinked. "I beg your pardon. What is it you need?"

Taking a deep breath, the crab was about to say when he stopped and frowned. "I... hm. That's odd, I can't recall what was so important after so long." Pondering, the crab watched small fish swim past and caught one to nibble on. "This is very frustrating... now that you're listening, I can't remember a thing."

The seahorse smiled, finned tail stroking to hold her in place as she patiently waited.

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