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[And thus we have yet another Jotahan thread that involves Jotaro removing articles of clothing for a completely thread-relevant reasons. It's a good thing this narration is entirely OOC and tongue-in-cheek so the nonexistent narrator can point out how completely ridiculous this is.
Still, he doesn't want his entire wardrobe to end up soaked, so he methodically gets rid of his shirt and we're going to pretend that he's been in board shorts this entire time because we're not going to worry too much about the logistics here. The logistics are not what is important.
JOTARO'S TAKING OFF HIS SHIRT, THAT'S WHAT'S IMPORTANT.
And once he's set it aside and safely out of reach of the waves, he starts off down the beach toward the surf, pulling his wings in close to his back and splashing eagerly into the water until it's about up to his mid-thigh.
On normal people that'd probably be to their waist or so, but he's tall.]
You see any steam rising yet?
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Rohan stays relatively out of the way of the water and Snakebutt goes about manipulating the sand with its weight and movement to make a little spot for the naga to coil up and nest in. It's right where the waves are able to lap at his scales-- which doesn't feel all that terrible now that they are starting to fade from purple to black again. ]
None yet. [ He calls out from next to his hand cupped at his mouth. ] Do me a favor and see if you stay wet after you go under. [ And see if your hat stays on. ]
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He shifts around a bit as he continues to wade out into the deeper water, shoulders adjusting and flexing as he seems to try to work out what he even is doing with his wings. Air resistance and water resistance are two very different beasts, and the last thing he wants is to make an elegant swan dive into the water that hits the bone structure in his wings the wrong way and rips one of them off or something.
Life is hard when you're the Designated Flier™.
In the end, he pulls them in close and tight, making sure his attention is on holding them where they'll streamline against his back before pushing off with his feet and sliding along the surface of the water, getting accustomed to the feeling of swimming with wings on his back.
It's a little gawky at first, but he's making an attempt, and with a minimum of haphazard splashing besides.]
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Can you do the thing that flying fish do or are you too bulky for that one? [ He's not a whale, Rohan. You can't just make him do tricks and promise him fish later. The lattermost end of Snakebutt reeeeaches out to a wet patch that isn't being overtaken by the water behind him.
Can Snakebutt draw too? It sure can. It's going to capture this whether it sticks around or not. ]
And how does it feel?
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GIVE IT ITS OWN SHOUJO ANIME
SHOUJO'S BUTT-ZARRE ADVENTURE
but in seriousness he's doing his best, though he's clearly still trying to swim like a human and not like a dragon. After a minute or two of getting used to things, though, he's ready to try going underwater properly, and slips beneath the surf like a diving submarine, then reemerges a bit later with water dripping from his hat, his horns, and every appendage.]
Remember what you said once, about my shoulders and back carrying all the weight? It's so much easier — the water's supporting them now, it's lighter.
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If you go under the water and try to flap them, you'll feel more resistance but it shouldn't be as hard on your joints. [ Getting all scientific like that night back at the shop. ] It's why physical therapists use water as a means for treating sports injuries. You get the resistance you need to make the muscles and bones work without the harsh impact.
If anything, swimming should make you fly better... [ Keep flappin', Lizard Boy. ]
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[He thinks about it, then waves at Rohan before moving out into still-deeper water, where his feet aren't touching bottom and he's treading water in the surf.
From there it's easy to duck underwater and paddle around a little, working up his conviction to open his wings and start learning how to use them to swim in addition to his arms and legs. It's a gawky, slow process; it was hard enough getting used to his wings in dry air, and now he's doing it all over again in the water.
But eventually he starts thinking of manta rays, and how they move through the water with great sweeps of their winglike fins, and starts trying to adapt his own wingbeats to that mental image until his air runs out and he needs to resurface again.]
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How long can you play in the water before I have to put you down for a nap? [ An elbow falls to the topmost coil and his chin settles in his hand. ] Don't forget about me either.
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[He calls back, good-naturedly, with regard to the commentary about napping. But he does start making his way back closer to shore, ambling around with wide and idle strokes that reflect an unusually clear and unbridled love of being in the water.]
You were right. It's different underwater, but not exactly bad. I don't really like the feeling of the resistance but I think that's the gargoyle knowing it's out of its element, and not anything actually putting my wings at risk.
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[ He fondly regards Jotaro taking his time heading back inland again. Sort of bobbing around and floating slowly, slowly... ]
Now you know what you can do on those nights you find yourself all bored and don't want to sit on your broding parapet for hours on end.
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[With water dripping visibly off of him, he makes it back into the shallows and shifts to walking, coming tromping back up onto the shore and moving a short distance away from Rohan without making any moves to shake himself dry.]
Hang on, stay over there a minute. Let's see about that steam thing, now.
[And don't mind him just cranking up his body temperature at a rapid pace, trying to get the droplets clinging to him to evaporate into steam.]
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[ Not gonna mind him AT ALL. He remembers actually burning himself on Jotaro that night when he, uh, stole that dog. All of the blood he washed off of him stuck to his scales and evaporated with the water he used. ]
I thought it would have evaporated quicker but your baseline temperature must be low enough that it doesn't change states unless you raise it...
What IS your baseline temperature? [ Slowly, Rohan uncoils and slips across the sand into the shallows to go meet Jotaro and squint VERY CLOSE at his scales. ] These are questions I should have asked months ago.
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[He says, as the water gradually begins hissing and his scales begin drying as the heat starts making evaporation take effect.]
...Huh. Not bad.
[AND THUS THE DATE CONTINUED FROM THERE, RENDERING THE REST OF THE DAY APPROXIMATELY AS RIDICULOUS AS ALL OF THIS HAS BEEN.
ALSO THEY EVENTUALLY DID FIND ROHAN ANOTHER SHELL AND JOTARO GOT SOME SEA GLASS AND IT WAS GREAT.]