At first, he thinks that they're some kind of weird lingerie. The waves at the surface of the tank, as little as they are, make the details hard to discern, but as he stills from the curiosity, so does the water, and the picture of her comes together.
Dragonkin.
He sighs--which really manifests only as a flaring siphon. Things make a lot more sense now. It's harder to hold her actions against her when it's just in her blood, just like his attachment to the open water.
Boxer reaches out of the water and takes a hold of the edge of the ramp rail so he can lift his head out of the water. With a forced exhale, water flows from his mouth and nostrils--not the most graceful transition from breathing water to breathing air, but it's part of the business.
"Why didn't you tell me soone--" he's interrupted by a groan of pain, and he slowly sinks back down into the water, his face contorted in pain.
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Dragonkin.
He sighs--which really manifests only as a flaring siphon. Things make a lot more sense now. It's harder to hold her actions against her when it's just in her blood, just like his attachment to the open water.
Boxer reaches out of the water and takes a hold of the edge of the ramp rail so he can lift his head out of the water. With a forced exhale, water flows from his mouth and nostrils--not the most graceful transition from breathing water to breathing air, but it's part of the business.
"Why didn't you tell me soone--" he's interrupted by a groan of pain, and he slowly sinks back down into the water, his face contorted in pain.