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He felt that he might've hit a nerve. And while she didn't seem overly offended—or, perhaps she merely soldiered through—the big lump of a man still felt the need to apologise. He would, soon, once he could get the words right in his head. Wash guilt off within the water.
Tha's alright, he hummed now, pushing through the treeline and taking heavy steps towards the lake. He turned his head back to Twitch, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. If I drown, don't tell anyone, yeah? Mighty embarrassin' way ta go, and he turned his face away to approach the water, tail flagging high behind him. Perhaps confident.
He'd test the water, now. Freezing. Waiting to see if Twitch would come any closer. Thought to splash her, if she did, but decided against it.