bob baker has zero real life application skills (uncast) wrote in willowbrookrpg,
What the hell sort of questions was this person asking?!
The laughter which would decorate his return to the dry world had faltered a little at the presence of the stranger and it took Bob a moment to understand that she was talking to him. "No, I'm fine." That was his automatic answer at practically every question that was asked him although he wondered if it would be much warmer in the water or out there for the wind to torture. "I mean, no. No, the water's cold enough to freeze the balls of a brass monkey and any moment longer, mine too!" He shuddered, trying to remember how to move his fingers as he braced himself for his ascent. "That is for your information."
"Aw, Bob's pissed!"
"Sod off, John!" Bob spat and John laughed. "You ever feel like taking a plunge, just let me know." He grunted as he pulled himself up with a more timid roar, the water weighing him down as if loathe to part with him but he got on his knees and fought to rise to his feet.
Eventually, after much flailing around, he got his balance down and shivered, wrapping his arms around his chest to try to control his shaking. He was as wet as a fish could be and he was already looking forward to that bottle of Jack Daniel's Sybil had left for him. Turning slowly, his motions choppy, towards the new lady (whose mutation patterns had dimmed as an effect of his cancellation), he mumbled, "R, reckon you mentioned something about a towel..." His teeth chattered.