Nonsense! You are my little guppy, and you always will be~

[Poseidon croons, gently scooping Choromatsu up and lifting him so he can speak to him at something closer to eye level. The sleeves, though somewhat effective, aren't going to be so forever. Already he seems to note Choromatsu's discomfort, and he comments on it as he starts to carry him back to the reef.]

Mmm, though you do seem rather...stiff, this evening. Are you feeling alright?