“Ha. Worried. Sure,” they scoff right back, rolling their eyes. She lets go of their hand, which gives them two (2) hands to try to get their hair mostly untangled. They watch a spot on the sand.
Matsu’s next words are mumbled, and they rub at their throat. “Kind of… thought I was going to die.”
She could tell, they were sure. That’s probably what made her worry – if she actually had worried, that is. They still weren’t convinced.
They start to shake their head no, but then seem to realize something and jumps up. They snatch their cardigan from where it lay and move it over something, not even a little subtle. Viper almost certainly got a look at the waterlogged but still visibly used and somewhat bloodied strips of gauze bandaging before they covered it. Matsu shoots a cagey glare at her.
“… No. Don’t give a shit.” They take a moment to catch their breath and then plop back down on the sand where they had been.
Their pocket contents seem relatively unremarkable. A wallet, which seems to be prime snooping territory. Keyring. A phone, laying separate from a phone case with a little kamaboko charm dangling from it – the phone might not have made it, but it almost definitely was out of charge by now anyways so it was impossible to test. Airpod container, opened up, likely in the same position of ‘might be dead.’ And, finally, a letter, taken out of the envelope to try and dry, but a lot of the ink is smeared and runny.
Matsu is watching her extremely warily. They probably don’t want her to touch it the letter.
“What kind of weird? Normal weird or like… walking shark people weird?”
