01-09-2010, 08:51 PM
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totally fine :o
The boat bobbed in the low water, making muffled sounds of scraping against the sandy bottom. Strelein pushed the boat forward a bit, hoping to get it into slightly deeper water while Hemming was inside of the vessel already. Only a foot or so forward did the boat bob freely, clearly not touching the bottom at all. The redhead put some weight in it and was satisfied that it did not repeat its first action. He pulled his other foot inside as he practically fell inside. Panic set in for a moment, thinking he was going to overturn them already. He had shut his eyes but now opened them, arm muscles straining as they grasped the edges of the craft. Sighing, he noticed they were drifting slightly now that nothing was anchoring them still.
"Well it clearly can support two people," he said, trying to sound very scientific and observant. "I think I have more appreciation for this thing and its maker." Strelein sounded quite relieved, and he was. If the thing had tipped over or the bottom had broken or cracked, then it would have been his own added weight that had done it, ergo it would have been his fault. Being blamed for breaking a boat would certainly not make his day. In fact, he would be beyond guilty and probably lock himself in his room for a while like some hormonal girl.
Strel slipped his hands into the chilly water, noting how he was slowly losing feeling in his digits. Well that was going to be unpleasant when it came time for them to get out of the boat again later. How hard was it getting out of anything when his hands could not feel whatever it was they were touching? He thought it was probably hard, or at least comical to the other person. "Lets try your suggestion, Hem." He flattened out his hand and tried to push the boat forward, muscles tightening with the motion. He should do this more often and get real buff. That would be something to see.
totally fine :o
The boat bobbed in the low water, making muffled sounds of scraping against the sandy bottom. Strelein pushed the boat forward a bit, hoping to get it into slightly deeper water while Hemming was inside of the vessel already. Only a foot or so forward did the boat bob freely, clearly not touching the bottom at all. The redhead put some weight in it and was satisfied that it did not repeat its first action. He pulled his other foot inside as he practically fell inside. Panic set in for a moment, thinking he was going to overturn them already. He had shut his eyes but now opened them, arm muscles straining as they grasped the edges of the craft. Sighing, he noticed they were drifting slightly now that nothing was anchoring them still.
"Well it clearly can support two people," he said, trying to sound very scientific and observant. "I think I have more appreciation for this thing and its maker." Strelein sounded quite relieved, and he was. If the thing had tipped over or the bottom had broken or cracked, then it would have been his own added weight that had done it, ergo it would have been his fault. Being blamed for breaking a boat would certainly not make his day. In fact, he would be beyond guilty and probably lock himself in his room for a while like some hormonal girl.
Strel slipped his hands into the chilly water, noting how he was slowly losing feeling in his digits. Well that was going to be unpleasant when it came time for them to get out of the boat again later. How hard was it getting out of anything when his hands could not feel whatever it was they were touching? He thought it was probably hard, or at least comical to the other person. "Lets try your suggestion, Hem." He flattened out his hand and tried to push the boat forward, muscles tightening with the motion. He should do this more often and get real buff. That would be something to see.