[...well it certainly doesn't help. He draws in a sharp breath when she pops up suddenly, flailing a little, before regaining his sense and returning to desperately treading water.
But her words are...something he can latch onto. They're real and there and he draws in a few shuddery breaths before he even manages a nod.
Of course he nods, though. He's Makoto.]
Gotta--go back.
[It's time to swim on back--if he could get his arms and legs to move.]
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But her words are...something he can latch onto. They're real and there and he draws in a few shuddery breaths before he even manages a nod.
Of course he nods, though. He's Makoto.]
Gotta--go back.
[It's time to swim on back--if he could get his arms and legs to move.]