Cristiano (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surf_n_sand) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} spinningcompass, |
Cris nodded and sighed as he reached out for the bottle. "Yeah, I can do that," he agreed. What choice did he have? Someone had to go near it and he wasn't about to ask Jake to go out of his way today any more than he already had. He fished his phone out of his vest pocket and looked at it. Video...video....
"Terragogs are so confusing," the merman then mused to himself before looking up at Jake. "I'll be back!" he promised, now prepared for the 'adventure' and swam off. The closer he got to the seepage the worse he felt in his gut, a feeling he did not enjoy. Something was truly wrong with this.
After a deep breath, he lunged forward with a quick flip of his tail and float the rest of the way, gathering the liquid in the bottle after uncapping it just when his hand dragged through a thick tendril of shimmering darkness. Ugh. He curled his tail to stop, holding out the phone once he was steady, feeling a bit choked as he continued to try not to breathe in the liquid that no doubt killed the fish around him. Still, as he got the video he took just the smallest of breaths and swore audibly into the microphone before turning to get out of there. He coughed the whole way back to the rocks.