I really shouldn't have gotten him, but I did have a spare tank, and usually I make a point of never buying from that mall petstore since it has puppies and kittens. I go in there to check on the bettas though.
Last week I'd popped into the store since I was at the mall anyway. I saw this poor old PK boy in a dirty sno cone cup, labelled as a female. He looked miserable and gaunt ... and I just couldn't leave him for the life of me. At first he was afraid everything, bolting to the back of his container. Over the past week he's gotten much braver and one morning he blew a bubblenest. Right now Pallas is just blossoming into Mr. Personality - he's curious and flare-y, and has a nice 2.5 to himself. He begs for attention instead of shrinking away from it, and has learned quickly that my finger means food. I'm just happy that he's happier. And as for pink bettas ... resistance is futile :P
The first day:
Tonight during WCs: