Christ he misses John. What a nothing of a fucking description. His mouth presses into a thin line briefly, but he takes a deep breath and powers on.
"Arthur Lester. And I knew beach, not island. It's not the first one I've washed up on in the last few days, funnily enough. And-" He doubles over with a short groan, picking up the mess of a robe again. "-I rather don't think my situation just killed me, but given that I can't say precisely what it achieved, I can't rule out the possibility. For now, though, we should assume we have bodily functions and act as such. Therefore, shelter."
He pauses for a moment, and looks distinctly uncomfortable. "Now, uhm. Which way is the forest? We should at least walk in the shade, if we're to explore."
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"Arthur Lester. And I knew beach, not island. It's not the first one I've washed up on in the last few days, funnily enough. And-" He doubles over with a short groan, picking up the mess of a robe again. "-I rather don't think my situation just killed me, but given that I can't say precisely what it achieved, I can't rule out the possibility. For now, though, we should assume we have bodily functions and act as such. Therefore, shelter."
He pauses for a moment, and looks distinctly uncomfortable. "Now, uhm. Which way is the forest? We should at least walk in the shade, if we're to explore."