[Existing in such a place has had him finely limited. Maybe it's appropriate, maybe not but he's still breathing and apparently that shit ain't changing anytime soon despite nothing really being expected of him. A dramatic monologue to be saved for later, quite clearly.
For now, he has his pants legs and sleeves rolled up as he trudges around in the water. There are no means of actually swimming as much as looking for something in the water. Oh yes, he has a bucket to keep him company. It actually has a dent in it because the previous owner didn't know how the fuck to take care of a bucket or something. At least the bucket does its job of being a bucket.
He moves a little closer to where the water and land meet, glancing over when ... maybe someone happens to be nearby and not moving along or trying to swim with lame ass water wings. Or something.]
Sync the Tempest | Tales of the Abyss | option one
For now, he has his pants legs and sleeves rolled up as he trudges around in the water. There are no means of actually swimming as much as looking for something in the water. Oh yes, he has a bucket to keep him company. It actually has a dent in it because the previous owner didn't know how the fuck to take care of a bucket or something. At least the bucket does its job of being a bucket.
He moves a little closer to where the water and land meet, glancing over when ... maybe someone happens to be nearby and not moving along or trying to swim with lame ass water wings. Or something.]
What?