[ Philip takes a moment to adjust to the air again. Like breathing sand. He thinks it would be more comfortable if he didn't breathe at all, leaving the matter in the hands of his oxygen diffusing jellyfish parts or whatever mansion magic is keeping him alive right now.
And yet he can't help the motions. Oh lungs, Philip wishes he knew how to quit you.
...On that note he is now quite relieved to find Daniel on the surface, not doing the air equivalent of drowning terribly and painfully.
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And yet he can't help the motions. Oh lungs, Philip wishes he knew how to quit you.
...On that note he is now quite relieved to find Daniel on the surface, not doing the air equivalent of drowning terribly and painfully.
He taps him on the shoulder. ]
Everything all right?