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“Codfather?”
Jimmy sighs, rubs at the bags he’s sure are under his eyes. It’s been such a long day, and he was so close to going home. He takes a deep breath before turning around to face the voice.
It’s one of his council members. They stand with their shoulders back, fins pale, almost a whole head shorter than him. In their hands is what looks to be a letter; the Codfather eyes it warily. He takes another breath before responding.
“Yes?” he says, trying to put more patience and energy into the word than he feels.
The cod looks up at him. “King Sausage requests a meeting with you,” they say, and their fins flutter slightly. They gesture with a webbed hand towards the letter.
Jimmy waits for them to elaborate. When they don’t, he sighs.
“What’s he on about?” the Codfather asks, sounding more exasperated than he meant to. His sandals are starting to sink into the mud where he’s stopped.
The council member shrugs. The fish net on their shoulder shifts. “I’m not sure, sir. I didn’t want to read into your business any further.”
Jimmy’s rubs his eyes again. “And he wants to see me today?”
”... I’m not sure, sir.”
They hold the letter out to Jimmy. He takes it. It’s already been opened.
“Alright,” Jimmy sighs, shooting another lame smile in the cod’s direction. “Thanks. I’ll get to reading this.”
They nod with a polite smile. “No problem, sir,” they say, before spinning on their heels and walking in the opposite direction.
As soon as their back is turned, Jimmy groans. He puts his tongue out at the letter in his hands before walking away sullenly.