[Marco looks over, watching as the waves wash over her feet. It looks safe, and though he knows it's water, he wants to be careful. She seems easy about this, despite her stillness. Annie was always one of the most quiet in the group, so he is not unsettled.
Reassured by her demeanor, Marco steps forward, wading in until the waves are lapping at his shins and darkening the legs of his uniform. He sighs, almost relieved that nothing has jumped out to attack yet in the few hours he's been in this place. There are a lot of unfamiliar faces, but most overwhelming is the sense of calm that has sunken in. The way the waves caress his feet in tepid lulls has him convinced that maybe... he could be dead right now, and that it's alright.
Marco stoops, scooping up water in his hands. It trickles over the edges and between his fingers, but he doesn't seem to mind as he raises it to his lips to take a long drink. It's interrupted quickly as his nose wrinkles, hands opening and shaking the drops off at his sides as he splutters in disgust.]
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Reassured by her demeanor, Marco steps forward, wading in until the waves are lapping at his shins and darkening the legs of his uniform. He sighs, almost relieved that nothing has jumped out to attack yet in the few hours he's been in this place. There are a lot of unfamiliar faces, but most overwhelming is the sense of calm that has sunken in. The way the waves caress his feet in tepid lulls has him convinced that maybe... he could be dead right now, and that it's alright.
Marco stoops, scooping up water in his hands. It trickles over the edges and between his fingers, but he doesn't seem to mind as he raises it to his lips to take a long drink. It's interrupted quickly as his nose wrinkles, hands opening and shaking the drops off at his sides as he splutters in disgust.]