Ah! Great. [The droid rifes through the first aid kit, producing an ice pack, bandages, and some tape, as well as taking the water. He sets the bandages on the motorcycle seat, and tapes the ice pack to the water bottle, shaking it.
Holding Akechi's wrist in place with one hand, and the bottle above his arm in the other, he slowly pours and lets water trickle out from the bottle. With how he rations out the water, the process lasts several minutes, during which he stands almost completely still, except for his head.
Even as he remains still with inhuman patience, he still cannot help but look at the text and chatter.] This is one of the creepier things I've ever seen happen to someone at a mystical shrine. [Not the creepiest, but it's up there.]
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Holding Akechi's wrist in place with one hand, and the bottle above his arm in the other, he slowly pours and lets water trickle out from the bottle. With how he rations out the water, the process lasts several minutes, during which he stands almost completely still, except for his head.
Even as he remains still with inhuman patience, he still cannot help but look at the text and chatter.] This is one of the creepier things I've ever seen happen to someone at a mystical shrine. [Not the creepiest, but it's up there.]