Aug 8, 2025
@inwire | continued.
He nods knowingly. "Makes sense." One hand swipes at the beads of sweat on his forehead, other coming up to block out the glare of the sun off the clouds. A bit of squinting to make sure they're centered in the middle of the lake. Bulls-eye! Time to dump.
Some grunts and a whole lot of shoving ensue, ending up with three bodies rolled to the edge of the deck. Plop! Off they go. Chess pants, looking down at his hands, now covered in blood and guts. Ew. "Got 'em," he mutters, scheming a way to clean himself off.
...well. There was one surefire way. Leaning over the edge of the boat, scooting closer—splash!
Whoops.