Glaucus ♂

(Tribute to PicassoTrigger) Glaucus burst from the water in a grand, spiraling leap, droplets shimmering like jewels around him. He landed with a dramatic splash, sending ripples across the tank’s surface. “Ah, finally!” he declared, voice booming with theatrical flair. “An audience worthy of my unparalleled talents!” One of the visitors chuckled, clearly amused. “That’s quite the entrance!” “Absolutely,” he grinned, flicking long brunette hair from his face with a dramatic flourish. “Life without flair is just… damp.” “You’re certainly not shy,” another visitor remarked. “Shy? Oh, heavens no. I leave that to the brooding types.” He leaned conspiratorially closer. “Trust me, there are plenty of those swimming around here. Not everyone appreciates good humor.” Aeon’s voice carried from the edge of the platform. “Glaucus has always had a flair for the theatrical.” Glaucus gasped in mock outrage. “Father! You wound me. I simply express myself with… enthusiasm.” He clapped his hands together with a splash. “But enough about me! What brings this esteemed company here to my humble abode?” “We’re here to assess,” one visitor said cautiously, “what your father has created.” Glaucus narrowed his eyes dramatically. “Ah, judgment day. How exciting.” He swirled in the water, gesturing grandly. “And what, pray tell, do you think of me so far? Magnificent, right?” “You’re… memorable,” one visitor offered. He beamed. “I’ll take it!” Another visitor, trying to keep a straight face, asked, “What’s your take on all this bioengineering?” Glaucus threw up his hands with a splash. “Don’t ask me. I’m not a doctor!”