Taking no further hesitation after the other’s permission, the great white moved forward, nudging the odd creature towards the surface with his snout; less than tempted to grab the suit with his jaws lest it break open. The two burst through the surface, droplets of white foam spraying everywhere.
“Ye ‘lright there, mate?” the shark asked, glancing over to the other.
Thankfully, the water began to seep out of his suit. The Repairman made sure to grab himself before he was swept out with it.
“Blblbeah, I-I’ll be fine,” he replied, as he began to regain form on the parts of him that were above the surface. “Just…just let me..”
He lifted an arm to air it out, then pulled a pre-inflated life raft from behind his back. Throwing it on the water, he clambered onto it, pulling bits of himself that were too soaked to get up there themselves. After taking a moment to breathe, he realized something. He turned back to Bruce.
“You know,” he remarked, twisting to wring himself out, “you took that pretty well… you sure you’re okay?”
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