C7 Convenient disposal
Breathing was becoming no mean feat. The mud had saturated the air, the humidity stifling. Not to mention an annoying appendage was obstructing her access to air.
As graceful as her current predicament would allow, Yuya glared at the trespassing body part and barked "What do you want?"
"She speaks! Why don't you come on out? It must be uncomfortable down there."
"… Are they still out there?"
"Give me a second."
Not budging an inch, the man called out for them.
Muffled activity and shuffling.
Two short-lived gurgles.
Silence. Followed by thick warm liquid trickling into her refuge.
"Nope."
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