There's time for him to take a deep breath, 'cause Raj, she often don't leave expressing her displeasure to just words. When she's really unhappy, First knows that she often wants to show it, too, by pointedly cleanin' a knife, or punching a gent in the shoulder. So he's bracing himself for the worst -- leastways if she knifes him, that's almost heroic, ain't it? But then the worst ends up being a hard shove that he ain't prepared for, and though his arms pinwheel a moment, he hasn't got the balance to --
SPLOOSH.
In he goes, with a sputtering, choked sound, and up he comes out of the water, gasping and coughing, perhaps because he'd swallowed some of the mud on his way down. For a moment he just sits there, gaping after her, and as Oberon finally turns away, he blinks.
" .. me what?" He mutters, apparently to himself, and then there's a long pause. " .. oh. Me first."
Unwelcome, safe and dry on the bank, makes a rude noise in response.
