[Why is it that he's always soggy when he runs into Shinjiro? Thankfully he doesn't actually run into him, but he is moving at a pretty brisk clip, sneakers squelching horribly as he goes, so when he rounds a corner it's a near thing. He makes a startled sound as he sidesteps, raising his hands in apology for almost colliding with him.] My bad.
[Shinji is just trying to mind his own business and finally get away from this dang party for ten minutes, so it's, hm - well, it's something to run into Akira like this? Wet, again? He stops short and gives him a look, a little confused, because really, how is this man so Wet so often.]
The hell happened to you? You weren't soaked before. [He saw.... he witnessed a nonzero number of drunken behaviors from the sidelines, but never mind that now.] You need a towel...?
[Akira's aim is to duck his head and be on his way, but Shinji addresses him and he lingers, looking him over. Oh, the kind of intimidating guy from the fishing hole..., He ducks his head anyway, reaching up to fidget with his hair, twisting the centermost lock of curls between his thumb and forefinger.]
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The hell happened to you? You weren't soaked before. [He saw.... he witnessed a nonzero number of drunken behaviors from the sidelines, but never mind that now.] You need a towel...?
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...got thrown in a lake. My fault.