What /was/ that back there? No, seriously, what the hell just happened?

How did all that glass just...explode? And why did he think he was the one responsible?

It just...didn't make any sense, but he knew he'd get no answers hiding in here. Maybe.

First things first, he needed to dry himself. Secondly, he needed to apologise to Shane for being angry at him like he was some repressed teenager whose crush didn't want to go to prom with him. He knew that he'd already put his foot in it when he took it too far, but the running away hadn't helped either, no matter what issue he was going through right now.

Using the toilet as leverage, he pulled himself to a sitting position with his hips to the side as not to constrict his auxiliary fin on his ass as he tried to figure out what to do next, his tail twitching endlessly like it was as anxious as he was as he tried to think.

Toilet paper wasn't an option, too thin, it would never get all the water off him. He couldn't crawl out of there like some half man-half serpent, people would freak.

(He wasn't exactly up for a trip into a hidden FBI lab either, by the way.)

It seemed that for the time being, per his worst nightmare, he was trapped for the foreseeable future in this still till he dried out and evaporated back to human shape. At work.

Great.

Huffing at his misfortune while he heard the commotion outside that he'd left behind, his eyes drifted to the toilet behind him, looking it up and down.

The explosion of all the glass had been scary, sure, but it seemed also to calm him.

Well, until the complete terror of water ending up on his skin took over.

How did all of that even happen anyway? Unless...no. No way. It couldn't be. He couldn't have...that would just be ridiculous and completely insane. Not as insane as being a siren, given the circumstances, but even then...

Peering down into the water his head had just been acquainted with a moment ago like it held all the answers he needed from the universe, Ryan used his hands to balance his tail in the air and back himself up till he was only hovering just near the toilet in question, raising his hand slowly towards it as he held himself up on a forearm.

Closing his eyes, he focused all his energy on the water inside. How he'd felt when that glass exploded, all that anger he'd been feeling bubbling at the surface, like he was about to explode himself then and there. Then he slammed his hand on the tiled ground. Hard.

WHOOSH!

A cannon stream of water sprayed out of the toilet and smacked into the ceiling above, soaking it and the floor around Ryan instantly as he opened his eyes, his chest feeling tight in horror and wonder at the same time as he watched it rain down like the glass had.

Was this actually real right now? "This is crazy," He found himself muttering. "This is...oh my god, I'm a god damn Disneyland reject, a knockoff male Ariel. Holy fucking shit."

Focusing back on the water now raining around him, he wiggled his fingers and somehow, managed to form an ET worthy finger that rose up from the tiles and touched his own, forming into a hand that he pressed his newly webbed one against.

This was so awesome, despite the want to run away from himself what else could he even do-

"Ryan!? Ryan, you in here!?" Oh no.

He quickly lost consecration and dropped the tentacle in shock. Shane. Shit. Shane. He must have found his way around by peppering people with questions as to if they saw him.

He couldn't let him see him like this. He scattered to get up at first, when he suddenly remembered he had a rather glaringly big problem. Oh yeah, he has a fucking tail.

Well, thank god the door was- wait a minute. Ryan turned towards the door and his eyes almost left his skull. The lock wasn't red. In fact, the lock to his cubicle was still in the green.

Shit. The door was still unlocked. Why didn't he think of that!? Shit, shit shit!

He hastily turned as best he could towards the door, ignoring the comically cartoonish sounds he made (almost as if he were a seal in a meme, upon further inspection) when he moved on the tiles before he got momentum and lifted it so it couldn't be seen under the door or walls.

He stretched his arm out as best he could without hurting himself or becoming off-balance, but it was no use. The lock was too high for him to reach and the sudden splashing of someone's shoes on the ground alerted him to a presence as someone banged on the door. "Ryan? Dude, are you in here? The whole place is flooded, where the hell are you?"

Keeping quiet, Ryan almost wanted to reply back, but stopped himself as Shane's shoes came into view, trailing water and splashing some in his face as he walked up and down the hallway of toilets, opening some and knocking on others.

Looking up, Ryan saw that his tail fin had been holding this particular one closed, so he had no doubt Shane would most likely circle back to it and was proven correct by once again being splashed in the face by the pooling water outside his hiding spot as Shane returned and stood there, the bottom of his jeans soaked, but unmoving. "Ryan? Are you in there? I'm sorry if I made you mad. Is this about the other day? Please talk to me if you're in here."

There was a long pause outside that followed this. Obviously, he was waiting for a reply. In fact, it was so long Ryan wondered if Shane had simply mastered the air of falling asleep standing like a horse while he waited, before suddenly, his shoes were moving again.

"Nah, Steven-" Shane called out to someone, obviously Steven Lim by the tone. "I don't think he's in here. I called out to him, but he didn't answer me back. It's like a tsunami came through here. No, seriously, there's water everywhere. Think it happened when the lights and all that went off and broke. Have to get someone to fix it before any can…"

His voice faded out as he got further away and Ryan released a deep breath as he heard the door close behind his normally best friend fully, allowing himself to sag onto his chest, tail flopping to rest over the toilet seat like a really bad looking seat cover your parents would deck out their toilet with for the holidays.

Shit, that was too close, that was really too close for comfort. He needed to handle this new problem of his (and the older more original problem) better than he had been.

Looking around at everything, he realized that there was no way out of here and pulled himself up onto the toilet paper dispenser, sitting as lightly as possible while the water just shined around him. He would dry before someone got here to save him or better yet, he could make his own way out very carefully once his clothes came back, he was sure.

Well...hopefully.