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WELP.
That sure is an enormous whale, isn't it...]
Wh—?!
[That was the start of a "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT", but in his surprise, he briefly forgets to paddle and ends up dipping below the surface again. Escape is the first thing on his mind because something this big is no good, and he reaches in a fumbling gesture for Souji's hand, BUT ALAS... THE WHALE APPROACHES.
ITS MOUTH OPENS WIDE.
The water around them is starting to get sucked in and these poor noodle beans probably won't be able to swim against the current...]
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Except who are we kidding, Kashuu probably suffers from Tragic Ass-Lack...At any rate there's very little Souji can do at all at this point, no matter how much he might want it, because he has no weapon and no leverage and barely any breath left. He can see Kashuu's hand flailing around for his, and manages to grab on to it just as that great big maw opens and the whole world turns into some giant-ass water slide.
All he can really do is hold on as he's sucked inside, as his head dips under the surface and his frantically burning lungs means he almost instantly sucks down a lungful of salt water. Curling up as his insides spasm in protest, he can still feel Kashuu's hand in his, one long nail cutting sharply into his hand as he squeezes it tight and-
-finds himself spat out into the middle of the Cerealia park, right into one of the smaller ponds there. On top of Kashuu, no less, with their hands still clutched tight despite of everything.
Souji lets out a faint giggle, although it sounds more like a croak, and pokes at something in Kashuu's hair.] You've found yourself... a frog friend.
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Either way, that was the worst water slide ever and he wants his refund. He's so terribly disoriented for a half-second that he doesn't even realize they're in the pond yet and not the belly of a whale, so he reflexively jerks his hand - and Souji's - like there's still something to escape from.
BUT NO, there's only... gross, scuzzy pond water and this happy fat frog that seems content to just chill here.]
—Ugh!! [NOT ANYMORE, FROG. Kashuu pats it away (as gently as possible, at least), even though it splashes more water into his face as it goes. Rude.]
Gross, gross, oh my god— What even was that stupid level?! [HUFFS... But also very important--] Are you okay?
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Unless you count Kashuu...Souji lets out another little laughs the frog lazily scoots out of Kashuu's hair, leaving a muddy frog footprint right on his forehead. And no, his lungs are no longer burning and full of water, which is infinitely to be preferred. But that doesn't stop the instinctive reaction of his body at the very thought, forcing him to force back another coughing fit, and... well, he's dribbled quite a lot of blood down his chin and onto Kashuu's neck and clothes. Sorry about that grossness. At least there's all this muddy, marsh-scented water to wash it away with if he prefers?]
I'm... a little bit winded, that's all. I wasn't expecting that at all.
[He raises one hand and delicately picks a long, slimy clump of algae out of Kashuu's hair with an amused grimace. The western-style uniform he's wearing now hasn't gotten nearly as heavy in the water as his haori would, but instead the fabric is unpleasantly glued to his body.]
A bit of a strange way out, wasn't it?
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--Which gives him pause for a second because that sure isn't any sort of outfit Kashuu's seen on this punk before, and it's just met with confusion at first since it doesn't immediately occur to him just why he'd be wearing something new.]
—Yeah, well. It's not the stupidest exit they've had.
[A little huff... As long as Souji's alright, he can relax a little, though - even if that just means he goes right back to being vaguely standoffish, in this case.]
Let's just get outta here already, this place smells awful!
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[Okay, Kashuu wants to get out of the gross stinky water. That is understandable! He is however going to have to hold on a little while, because this is going to take some effort from a man whose arms are already shaking just from pushing himself up off of Kashuu and his skinny butt. Probably because he himself is undeniably even more skinny than that, less a noodle than a person made from twigs and paper by now.
Still, me manages to scramble off the sword and onto (comparatively) dry land, allowing Kashuu to actually get up. Souji will stay on the ground for now, thanks, making some unpleasant wheezing noises. He's also shaking quite a bit, because sick people probably shouldn't be dunked in cold water, and his soaked uniform is only making it worse. He kind of looks like a wet, skinny cat, but at least he offers Kashuu his very brightest smile even so.]
I can't say I'm unhappy to be back here, but they could really work on their welcomes here, huh? [It's hard to sound nonchalant and bright when your lungs are crap and your teeth are chattering, but you can't blame a man for trying, right?]
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But there isn't any time to linger on those depressing thoughts. Especially not when Souji's just sort of sitting out here like a wet pile of noodles, and even climate-controlled weather can't help a sick person to feel better if they've been dunked into a cold pond.
He holds his hand out.]
Yeah, well, they'll never do that. C'mon, let's go to the dojo, okay? You can change into something there and then we can head back.