[ leave it to the mutant fish to make them plummet to their (presumable) deaths. it's like makoto can't walk ten feet without tripping over his own feet. he doesn't even need a physical deterrent. he's his own impediment. makoto exhales, keen surprise jolting down his spine.
or maybe it's a side-effect of his dislocated hunger. he hasn't eaten in a while, actually. ]
Oh, yeah, I think I've got some vines with me. They're pretty sturdy, so I think they'd w —
[ but the rest of his words are throttled mid-sentence by a sudden thrumming deluge, a sound akin to a mangled roar, incising their eardrums. makoto whips his head around, scanning the perimeter with strained concern. ]
their lives become a little mermaid spoof
or maybe it's a side-effect of his dislocated hunger. he hasn't eaten in a while, actually. ]
Oh, yeah, I think I've got some vines with me. They're pretty sturdy, so I think they'd w —
[ but the rest of his words are throttled mid-sentence by a sudden thrumming deluge, a sound akin to a mangled roar, incising their eardrums. makoto whips his head around, scanning the perimeter with strained concern. ]
... Did you hear that?