[The fist doesn't go untapped, the gesture even earns Bro a tiny smile that he can't see, which becomes a little bigger when Dave remembers to keep his stage presence. He'll keep up his guard duties diligently when Bro starts to move again, looking carefully and suspiciously for more of those fins.
He has similar feelings of affection for the stairs, but he's got jelly legs the moment he hits them. He almost falls backward, he's so disorientated, but he pulls himself to scrabble up them eagerly. He makes his way onto the deck, letting out a squawk of disapproval as the breeze nips at his drenched face, whipping his fringe across it so much that it stings.]
This is Texan abuse of the highest frigging order.
[He shouts down to Bro, making sure he's okay before he heads out properly.
The first order of business is to make his way to the bow. He's never been on a ship like this, feels really goddamn dramatic, but he's worried he'll freeze his nips off if he spreads his arms. Instead, he's peering down to see if he can find any life boats along the sides. If there are and there's rope, maybe they can navigate their way out.]
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He has similar feelings of affection for the stairs, but he's got jelly legs the moment he hits them. He almost falls backward, he's so disorientated, but he pulls himself to scrabble up them eagerly. He makes his way onto the deck, letting out a squawk of disapproval as the breeze nips at his drenched face, whipping his fringe across it so much that it stings.]
This is Texan abuse of the highest frigging order.
[He shouts down to Bro, making sure he's okay before he heads out properly.
The first order of business is to make his way to the bow. He's never been on a ship like this, feels really goddamn dramatic, but he's worried he'll freeze his nips off if he spreads his arms. Instead, he's peering down to see if he can find any life boats along the sides. If there are and there's rope, maybe they can navigate their way out.]