[Wriothesley moves through the water so fluidly that one would think that he was meant for the waters. And perhaps that's more true than anyone realizes, because Wriothesley knows he's not quite human at this point. A strange concept that he doesn't think much of, but it settles in the back of his mind.
When he feels something against his arm he jerks a little, stopping to turn to see what it might have been. If not for the ability to breathe underwater, he thinks he might have choked seeing the man who had touched his arm. Eyes go wide and he's shocked at the familiar man.
He doesn't forget faces, but it had been months. Many months. A stream of bubbles escape his mouth as he obviously had yelled some expletive words.]
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When he feels something against his arm he jerks a little, stopping to turn to see what it might have been. If not for the ability to breathe underwater, he thinks he might have choked seeing the man who had touched his arm. Eyes go wide and he's shocked at the familiar man.
He doesn't forget faces, but it had been months. Many months. A stream of bubbles escape his mouth as he obviously had yelled some expletive words.]