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[He didn't want to screw up on his own...? What's with that. Komaeda can't help the way his brow furrows just hearing those words, as if the implication of them were that they could take the fall together. Was Ryou expecting to have someone docile to just help him clean up the mess? Isn't that sort of thinking sloppy?

Komaeda stares at the now-mer for a long moment before finally exhaling a sigh, and dunks his hand into the water. He swiftly makes a cupping motion and scoops a handful right at Ryou's face, splashing him point blank. Serves him right.]

Jeez, stop making that face, will you? I agreed to be here, so if you look like you're inconveniencing me, it causes me trouble, you know?

[—Said still with that irritated tone. He isn't going anywhere, though. Komaeda promised to help Ryou, and he's going to. Even if he's currently the least helpful person with this.]

...Everyone experiences a monster type uniquely, so... The best way to get used to it is just by embracing it. You'll learn more quickly how to live as it, and if you like it more or less than what you usually are.

[Do not point out that Komaeda is fresh into his very first temp, though.]

[softspokenlandlord]

[The splash to the face takes Ryou by surprise, and he shakes his head out of reflex. His ear-fins make an interesting noise as they slap against the sides of his head from the motion, and then he lets a huff out through his seal-ish nostrils.]

Right, right. Sorry about that.

[It's very like Ryou, to say something so placating. But Komaeda's right, he shouldn't be looking a gift horse angel in the mouth.]

So what you're saying is, I should just swim it out, right? I could do that. I've never been much of a swimmer, but since I'm here...

[So saying, he pushes off the edge of the pool, and moves his tail. It's...well, it's awkward, honestly. He can't kick like he's inclined to, in a way that he might if he had two legs. Right now all he has is a seal's rear end. It's harder, he finds, when he has to do this kind of thing while thinking. The instinct of making his way to the edge of the pool had been different.]

S-so, uh. How's your monster change going?

[...at least he didn't call out that it's Komaeda's first temp.]