"It won't help."
"What?" Startled Battousai turned towards the only other person that could possibly exist in this place, his mouth dropping open in surprise as he took in the sight of him.
"Cold water, it won't help."
Sopping wet did not begin to describe him. The rurouni's hair was glued to his face with water and it released a shower of drops with each breath he took. His clothing was likewise drenched and he sprayed liquid with even the smallest of movements. His gi was plastered to his skin and the white hakama he wore were so heavy with moisture that they threatened to fall and wrap themselves around his ankles.
Battousai briefly wondered why he wasn?t doubled over with laughter at the sight of him when he looked into the rurouni's eyes. Although they were still their normal violet colour there was nothing innocent in them at the moment. They burned with the same hunger and need that his did.
As one they sat down on the log and started out at the water.
"We're screwed, aren't we?"
It wasn't really a question, the rurouni answered it anyway.
"Yes, I believe we are."
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