[ He's not sure why he wanted to do this on such a dark and stormy night. He's not... sure why he's doing a lot of things lately, if he's being honest with himself. The rain felt nice, it felt sort of... clarifying. Good. Like the hours and hours he spent sitting by running water, digging his hooves in the mud but not daring to go in himself. ]
A little, uh... I'll just, wring our my hair, before, I go in...
[ He takes the hunks of wild, snarly hair and squeezes a river of water out. Ignoring Gamzee's stare at first because he can't bring himself to look at him, then because he doesn't know where else to look or what else to do.]
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A little, uh... I'll just, wring our my hair, before, I go in...
[ He takes the hunks of wild, snarly hair and squeezes a river of water out. Ignoring Gamzee's stare at first because he can't bring himself to look at him, then because he doesn't know where else to look or what else to do.]