[ An attempt is made to respond, but he just swallows a mouthful of questionable water as something brushes his foot underwater. Had he the air to make the noise, Stiles would be shrieking. Instead, he jabs two spider limbs – claws extended – down toward the too curious thing in hopes of scaring it off. His trichobothria are terrifyingly useless submerged; it’s like trying to listen to a distant conversation while your head is underwater, sound muted and distorted. Now motivated to escape the river of potential death, he swims furiously toward the rocky shore. With all the ungainly limbs, it probably looks like this. ]
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