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[cyrille-leclair-de-fontaine]

Cyrille returns soon after, laughing as he surfaces. Several otters swim in circles around him, little shells clasped in their paws as they make little chirping and humming sounds to get Cyrille's attention.

"It is so much easier to find them when I can dive, wow."

He scoops one up under its armpits and holds it up to Scara, grinning.

"Aren't they the cutest things you've ever seen?"

Cyrilleeee... I heard a curse directed at thin air, did the anons do something agai-

[ @the-6th-harbringer stops short at the doorway. ]

...

What the actual fuck.

Cyrille goes back to staring at the ceiling blankly, head thudding lightly on the floor.

"My life is a joke."

[cyrille-leclair-de-fontaine]

"I'll be back soon, then."

Cyrille gives a little salute, then dives down with a flick of his tail. Man, it's never been so easy to move. Getting his legs back is going to be one hell of an adjustment already...

Well, that's Later Cy's problem. Now, locating otters.

Cyrilleeee... I heard a curse directed at thin air, did the anons do something agai-

[ @the-6th-harbringer stops short at the doorway. ]

...

What the actual fuck.

Cyrille goes back to staring at the ceiling blankly, head thudding lightly on the floor.

"My life is a joke."

[cyrille-leclair-de-fontaine]

In a fifth of the time it would take Cyrille to row out on a good day, he slows to a stop at one of his favorite places. He's not sure if it has a name, but it's a sheltered little bay-like area where there is always plenty of otters, and hardly ever other people.

Towing the boat to the rocky shore, he holds it steady and peers over the rail up at Scara. "Here, I can go bring some otters here for you to see, though there's also a chance that they'll show up on their own."

Cyrilleeee... I heard a curse directed at thin air, did the anons do something agai-

[ @the-6th-harbringer stops short at the doorway. ]

...

What the actual fuck.

Cyrille goes back to staring at the ceiling blankly, head thudding lightly on the floor.

"My life is a joke."

[cyrille-leclair-de-fontaine]

Grabbing the hull firmly, Cyrille flicks his tail and is off, gliding seamlesslly through the water at higher speeds than this boat has probably ever seen. It's... freeing. Liberating.

He doesn't think he'd mind if he was stuck like this for a while.

Cyrilleeee... I heard a curse directed at thin air, did the anons do something agai-

[ @the-6th-harbringer stops short at the doorway. ]

...

What the actual fuck.

Cyrille goes back to staring at the ceiling blankly, head thudding lightly on the floor.

"My life is a joke."

[cyrille-leclair-de-fontaine]

"There's a couple quieter places the otters like to gather, there won't be any fishermen there at this time of night."

He ducks under the boat and pokes his face out from under the front so the keel is rested on his back and shoulders.

"Ready? Sitting down?"

...I wonder how fast I can go with this body...

Cyrilleeee... I heard a curse directed at thin air, did the anons do something agai-

[ @the-6th-harbringer stops short at the doorway. ]

...

What the actual fuck.

Cyrille goes back to staring at the ceiling blankly, head thudding lightly on the floor.

"My life is a joke."

[cyrille-leclair-de-fontaine]

Cyrille backs further into the water.

"Come on, then."

He ducks under the water again to refresh, doing an impulsive little flip to burn off some excess energy, when he realizes—he can move. And not just move, but easily. No pain, no tension, no stiffness.

Is... is this what people feel all the time?

Shaking his head, he surfaces again, pushing those thoughts away as much as he can.

"It should be pretty easy to track down some otters."

Cyrilleeee... I heard a curse directed at thin air, did the anons do something agai-

[ @the-6th-harbringer stops short at the doorway. ]

...

What the actual fuck.

Cyrille goes back to staring at the ceiling blankly, head thudding lightly on the floor.

"My life is a joke."

[cyrille-leclair-de-fontaine]

"Well I can be the one managing the boat from below, then. You've just got to sit in it."

Cyrilleeee... I heard a curse directed at thin air, did the anons do something agai-

[ @the-6th-harbringer stops short at the doorway. ]

...

What the actual fuck.

Cyrille goes back to staring at the ceiling blankly, head thudding lightly on the floor.

"My life is a joke."

[cyrille-leclair-de-fontaine]

"...you can like, put the blanket down so there's somewhere for you to sit with less sand. Or, maybe you could find a boat?"

Actually, that might not be a bad idea, now that he thinks of it...

"I could finally show you the otters."

Cyrilleeee... I heard a curse directed at thin air, did the anons do something agai-

[ @the-6th-harbringer stops short at the doorway. ]

...

What the actual fuck.

Cyrille goes back to staring at the ceiling blankly, head thudding lightly on the floor.

"My life is a joke."

[cyrille-leclair-de-fontaine]

no i mean he feels guilty. he was just fucking shaking right now. bro i cannot how am i supposed to go to sleep when you guys are making me CRY

-the rambler

"Ahhh, fuck me... This isn't exactly easy for us either."

[cyrille-leclair-de-fontaine]

This is just an absolute shit situation. Cyrille wants to stay, and get the godawful look off Scara's face, but he feels like if he doesn't get in the water soon his scales are going to start flaking off or some other horrible, painful thing.

Reluctantly, he starts dragging himself into the surf with his arms, ducking fully under the water as soon as it's deep enough and letting it wash away that infuriating itchiness, before poking his head above the water again.

"...we didn't really think through what happens when we got here, did we?"

Cyrilleeee... I heard a curse directed at thin air, did the anons do something agai-

[ @the-6th-harbringer stops short at the doorway. ]

...

What the actual fuck.

Cyrille goes back to staring at the ceiling blankly, head thudding lightly on the floor.

"My life is a joke."

[cyrille-leclair-de-fontaine]

okay im sad now. i was going to sleep but now im sad scara feels bad about the argument.

-the rambler

"...well I didn't expect him to feel good about it. I feel like I've kicked a puppy myself, but I couldn't exactly let him win that, right?"

[cyrille-leclair-de-fontaine]

Self-loathing he says, so casually. It's one of the rare moments Cyrille wishes he had been socialized properly so he can figure out how the hell to respond to that in a helpful manner.

He decides to wrap his arms around Scara's neck in his best approximation of a hug. "Good."

Fucking good? That's all he can come up with? He's so shit at this.

Cyrilleeee... I heard a curse directed at thin air, did the anons do something agai-

[ @the-6th-harbringer stops short at the doorway. ]

...

What the actual fuck.

Cyrille goes back to staring at the ceiling blankly, head thudding lightly on the floor.

"My life is a joke."

[cyrille-leclair-de-fontaine]

He does not hesitate to toss the blanket off, reaching towards Scara instantly. "Pick me up, then."

Pausing, he lowers his arms slightly and furrows his brow.

"...you'll have to put me near the water so I can pull myself in all the way. You've got your sleeves on, right? Sand and water seems like a really bad combo..."

Cyrilleeee... I heard a curse directed at thin air, did the anons do something agai-

[ @the-6th-harbringer stops short at the doorway. ]

...

What the actual fuck.

Cyrille goes back to staring at the ceiling blankly, head thudding lightly on the floor.

"My life is a joke."

[cyrille-leclair-de-fontaine]

Cyrille stays quiet and hidden, waiting to be told they're in the clear.

Cyrilleeee... I heard a curse directed at thin air, did the anons do something agai-

[ @the-6th-harbringer stops short at the doorway. ]

...

What the actual fuck.

Cyrille goes back to staring at the ceiling blankly, head thudding lightly on the floor.

"My life is a joke."

[cyrille-leclair-de-fontaine]

"The static is also probably from the arguing. Neither of us enjoyed that."

He reaches for the blanket.

"C'mon, I think I'm drying up. The itching is getting a bit unbearable."

Cyrilleeee... I heard a curse directed at thin air, did the anons do something agai-

[ @the-6th-harbringer stops short at the doorway. ]

...

What the actual fuck.

Cyrille goes back to staring at the ceiling blankly, head thudding lightly on the floor.

"My life is a joke."

[cyrille-leclair-de-fontaine]

"Probably the arguing. Takes a lot of energy. Parents would always take a nap after having a row."

With some effort, he reaches down to grab his tail closer to the fluke and pulls it into the wheelbarrow with him, trying to curl it up as much as possible.

"Have a blanket or something to cover me?"

Cyrilleeee... I heard a curse directed at thin air, did the anons do something agai-

[ @the-6th-harbringer stops short at the doorway. ]

...

What the actual fuck.

Cyrille goes back to staring at the ceiling blankly, head thudding lightly on the floor.

"My life is a joke."

[cyrille-leclair-de-fontaine]

"Mm. Yeah."

He rests his head against Scara, feeling oddly worn out.

And his tail is so fucking itchy but he doesn't want to claw himself open. Augh.

Cyrilleeee... I heard a curse directed at thin air, did the anons do something agai-

[ @the-6th-harbringer stops short at the doorway. ]

...

What the actual fuck.

Cyrille goes back to staring at the ceiling blankly, head thudding lightly on the floor.

"My life is a joke."