[ You know, granted. A glance up indicates the sky, its soft textures of black cloud, defined by the electrical storms that bloom within them. That's the colour of the ocean.
Bruce does not settle next to her -- he keeps a moderate distance so that she isn't craning her neck to look up at him, though, bundling his arms around his person as he shifts his weight back onto his heels. ]
But it's still there. Wet, the whole thing. How's dealing going?
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[ You know, granted. A glance up indicates the sky, its soft textures of black cloud, defined by the electrical storms that bloom within them. That's the colour of the ocean.
Bruce does not settle next to her -- he keeps a moderate distance so that she isn't craning her neck to look up at him, though, bundling his arms around his person as he shifts his weight back onto his heels. ]
But it's still there. Wet, the whole thing. How's dealing going?