Shark meet Shark, y/n/m?
[Half because of the announcement, and half because he'd meant to explore around anyway, Squalo has been walking around the sector, side-eying the animals around. Cutesy is not his type, really, but apparently he'll be forced to endure it. Especially now, given what his own shark looks like. The tiny, squirmy thing is perched atop his head, invisible to all. Or at least Squalo is pretty sure that might be the case, considering no one has stopped him to ask about the shark on fire on his head.
As he walks about, hands stuck in his pockets, he happens upon where Akito is, and he finds himself glaring down a little as one of the puppies finds the strings tying up his boots to be most entertaining.]
Oi, quit that.
[He looks a little funny, trying to squirm out of the puppy's range. But hey, at least it's dogs. He likes dogs. If it were a cat, he'd have already kicked it into orbit. He looks up at the kid and his eyes narrow a little.]