[ ko spits the water that clings to his lips out in hasty exhales when they burst to the top, finally able to wade through the thinning surface and can collect his feet on the lake's eventual shore (it takes some kicks, though). even if their clothes were drenched and heavy, he made sure to keep fucking walking, or better yet, run, until the water went from their necks to their chests to their shins. splashes pounce to the mud and grass, and once ko's knees can finally hit earth, he lets the other go from his piggy-back hold and rolls sideways onto the forest ground.
it's only now apparent that the torn fabric sticking to his stomach bleed with a deep black color that webbed and dripped like paint. in the light, it'd be red, having yet to feel the full impact of pain while adrenaline took the wheel of sensation. ]
Ko, hell, [ if he's heaving, it's because of the workout, and not because of the air, he had plenty, for one. man, the dude— the dude had the thing (helpful; he means the sickness). to help the sputtering from cain, ko claps his hand against his back. ] you okay?
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it's only now apparent that the torn fabric sticking to his stomach bleed with a deep black color that webbed and dripped like paint. in the light, it'd be red, having yet to feel the full impact of pain while adrenaline took the wheel of sensation. ]
Ko, hell, [ if he's heaving, it's because of the workout, and not because of the air, he had plenty, for one. man, the dude— the dude had the thing (helpful; he means the sickness). to help the sputtering from cain, ko claps his hand against his back. ] you okay?