Re: Jones kids
Somewhere along the line, someone had removed Iosef from the pool, where he was holding on to the ladder but unable to move. Well, unless you counted the shaking and shivering, that is.
He'd been sat down and given something hot to drink, towels and blankets, but so far, he hadn't been able to stop shivering long enough to actually drink or dry himself off. Iosef was just sitting there, hoping his own body would eventually stop itself.
"S-soooo f-fucking cold!" He mumbled, trying to wrap the towels tighter around his shoulders.
Looking to his side, he saw someone who looked remarkably like him last time he'd looked in a mirror. "Oh, Nik. Nice." What was nice about it, he didn't know.