[The fish thank her for her considerate approach. They don't want to be swimming in that.
With her gentle touch, he slowly comes to wakefulness. Boxer uncurls from his contorted position wrapped in tentacles reminiscent of blooming, as his skin returns to its black, sinfully smooth texture. He sits up, his head and shoulders coming above the water, and he lets out the water from his respiratory system through his nose and mouth--a weird and kind of gross thing to witness, perhaps, but it'd be something Nariko would have seen numerous times already.]
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With her gentle touch, he slowly comes to wakefulness. Boxer uncurls from his contorted position wrapped in tentacles reminiscent of blooming, as his skin returns to its black, sinfully smooth texture. He sits up, his head and shoulders coming above the water, and he lets out the water from his respiratory system through his nose and mouth--a weird and kind of gross thing to witness, perhaps, but it'd be something Nariko would have seen numerous times already.]
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