[ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS. Mukuro's face was shocked when she pushed off without another word, before it turned dark with anger. He was going to spend the time hunting for something sharp to defend himself with and/or throw after the useless siren. He had gathered up a few workable ones when the boat came drifting by.
He still pocketed the sharpest rock, smirking as he stood, an eyebrow raised.]
I'm impressed, siren.
[He stepped into the boat gingerly, boots squelching in some water.]
What direction is shore?
[They'd taken all of his navigational tools, and had locked him so far below deck he hadn't been able to judge by the sun or the moon or the stars.]
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He still pocketed the sharpest rock, smirking as he stood, an eyebrow raised.]
I'm impressed, siren.
[He stepped into the boat gingerly, boots squelching in some water.]
What direction is shore?
[They'd taken all of his navigational tools, and had locked him so far below deck he hadn't been able to judge by the sun or the moon or the stars.]