[The rain, rain, rain has made a sodden mudheap of the world, and like everything it's--overwhelming, intense and different and disgusting, but only in the general background way that everything is--and this far into the complex it's just earth and water, not--everything else.
He waves, but not too hard; his arm slaps wet to his side.]
I am! [It's the same pitch but a different register, joy hard-edged with triumph.]
Guess I did. [It's beginning to dawn on him that you can't actually win practice, if slowly. Still:] You should see the other guy.
[Clu dances back a little, suddenly too conscious of wet-dirt-wet--all over--
The towel, however, is caught with a grateful chuckle and ground over his face with gusto.]
Oh, man, thank you.
[That's better.]
Let's get out of here.
[And on the heels of that, hopeful, bright as an echo:]
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He waves, but not too hard; his arm slaps wet to his side.]
I am! [It's the same pitch but a different register, joy hard-edged with triumph.]
Guess I did. [It's beginning to dawn on him that you can't actually win practice, if slowly. Still:] You should see the other guy.
[Clu dances back a little, suddenly too conscious of wet-dirt-wet--all over--
The towel, however, is caught with a grateful chuckle and ground over his face with gusto.]
Oh, man, thank you.
[That's better.]
Let's get out of here.
[And on the heels of that, hopeful, bright as an echo:]
Surprise?