Silver Creek from keyboard man in a rocking ska band

things were… not going the way he had anticipated they would. he was already halfway to the cache when he heard the other fellow’s voice from over his shoulder. harrison swiveled his ears back and then breathed a soft sigh. he turned around to see the strange image of the man attempting to stand on his feet and looking like he wasn’t sure what his legs were for. it was almost comedic. there was a split second in which harrison actually believed that he hadn’t come out of the water. it made sense that this would be some bizarre dream induced by thrashing his skull against the rocks at the bottom of the river.
 
“you alright there?” harrison called out with squinting eyes. it wasn’t the best first date, if anyone was asking him. first of all, koro toro was about as intelligent as a bag of rocks. second, he’d inspired some phenomenal reaction inside of the rosings wolf that had forced him to leap into a frozen stream to pull the idiot out. and now… well, it seemed like he’d fallen into being a cripple just before they could get to the juicy bits – 2/10.