[The stream is deeper than he'd thought it would be. Perhaps the flood in the colony had contributed to its increased depth. Either way, IV flashes a smirk before straightening his knees to resurface. At full height, the water reaches the middle of his torso.
His hair sticking to his face in every which way, IV rakes a hand through its thick mane to push the strands back. In the motion, his wet shirt pulls against his skin – and no matter how annoying that'll be to deal with later, it feels good right now. He looks to the left and then the right as if to gauge the quality of the stream.]
Not bad. I'd have gone in sooner if I'd known it'd be this clean.
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His hair sticking to his face in every which way, IV rakes a hand through its thick mane to push the strands back. In the motion, his wet shirt pulls against his skin – and no matter how annoying that'll be to deal with later, it feels good right now. He looks to the left and then the right as if to gauge the quality of the stream.]
Not bad. I'd have gone in sooner if I'd known it'd be this clean.