[ well, he can't stay in the base forever. A ship is safe in port, but that's not what ships are for, as they say. Something like that. Except he's not a ship - he's a man completely made up of cells that have an adverse reaction to water, and thus, he's kind of wishing he could just stay in the proverbial port. But alas. There's no getting away from the ocean out here, so he might as well learn to deal with it.
Fortunately, his wetsuit was designed with his particular problem in mind, resembling a spacesuit more than anything. And while his method of locomotion through the water is similar to Fukami's octopus swimming, it's rather obviously not coming naturally to him. Probably how he clumsily ended up out here near the sharks... That, and the fact that Fukami's leading them all out here!!
He doesn't say it, exactly, but his panicked "nyuaaahh" is practically audible through his helmet anyway as 3 panicked tentacles lash out to stop the incoming shark in its tracks, looping around its fins. Much more sluggishly than he's used to, but it seems to have worked for the moment, though the fish is still snapping at him angrily. ]
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Fortunately, his wetsuit was designed with his particular problem in mind, resembling a spacesuit more than anything. And while his method of locomotion through the water is similar to Fukami's octopus swimming, it's rather obviously not coming naturally to him. Probably how he clumsily ended up out here near the sharks... That, and the fact that Fukami's leading them all out here!!
He doesn't say it, exactly, but his panicked "nyuaaahh" is practically audible through his helmet anyway as 3 panicked tentacles lash out to stop the incoming shark in its tracks, looping around its fins. Much more sluggishly than he's used to, but it seems to have worked for the moment, though the fish is still snapping at him angrily. ]