"Oooohh I just bet you do." Edy cackles back, waggling her eyebrows and not giving any actual thought to what having a fish girl meant aside from some vague sexual connotation. But then there's a fish dropped onto her shoulder, and Edy shrieks and scrambles. "NHGNNGNGNN." She exclaims with a bright croak, which is precisely the moment Nate leans against her, thrusting her into the water.
The Sear cat narrows its eyes, turning away from Nate for a moment—an opportune moment, mayhap—as it watches Edy flail in the water. For a moment it looks as though she won't be able to swim given how her lanky limbs cut through the water instead of doing anything to keep her aloft. Surfacing, with a dramatic gasp that in no way fills her lungs, Edy's dark eyes glare menacingly, as her long fingers clasp the edge of the dock.
"BOOOYYYYYY, if that's the only way you got to get a girl wet, y'outta be fucking ashamed of yourself."
The Sear cat narrows its eyes, turning away from Nate for a moment—an opportune moment, mayhap—as it watches Edy flail in the water. For a moment it looks as though she won't be able to swim given how her lanky limbs cut through the water instead of doing anything to keep her aloft. Surfacing, with a dramatic gasp that in no way fills her lungs, Edy's dark eyes glare menacingly, as her long fingers clasp the edge of the dock.
"BOOOYYYYYY, if that's the only way you got to get a girl wet, y'outta be fucking ashamed of yourself."
