[ Fushimi has had to accept more help in the past week than in the past, like, five years of his life combined, and it's really starting to rub him the wrong way. His luck is bad even on a good day, but this is starting to feel patently ridiculous.
All the same, he grabs Minato's arm to help pull himself out, coughing out the taste of that nasty water. This is fine; he didn't need to be dry. Or warm. Ever, apparently. ]
... thanks. [ He offers it once the coughing has subsided a little and he has a few seconds to catch his breath and sit.
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All the same, he grabs Minato's arm to help pull himself out, coughing out the taste of that nasty water. This is fine; he didn't need to be dry. Or warm. Ever, apparently. ]
... thanks. [ He offers it once the coughing has subsided a little and he has a few seconds to catch his breath and sit.
Ugh, his feet are squelchy in his boots. ]