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[adornmental]

[LOOK... Yes he definitely does suffer from tragic ass-lack because he's a dang stick, and Souji will have to deal with that first-hand since Kashuu's become his landing pad.

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?

[spes_phthisica]

[The water is definitely colder here than in the game, and also yes, not nearly as clean. But at least it's not salty? 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?

[adornmental]

[Kashuu is going to turn this into a saltwater environment in like 5 seconds flat, it's true... Especially since he's muddy and covered in pond scum and the water is cold and he's pretty sure Souji's getting blood all over him, thanks Souji... He doesn't want to wash off with gross mud!! Though he'll at least raise his hand to wipe off the blood on the back of his neck before turning to look at Souji.

--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!

[spes_phthisica]

Ah, of course...

[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?]

[adornmental]

[This is so much like the Souji he remembers that it's almost painful, geez... Though the whole "nearly skeletal" look is definitely new and unpleasant in a whole new way. He's not sure how Yamato managed to make it through this period, back in their own world. Watching a human waste away into nothingness is-- really, really awful.

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.