[He could stand by himself, but he accepts Claude's hand instinctively to leverage himself off the floor. Tragically, his pants have not escaped the miniature flood. At least, with only the knees soaked, he avoids the embarrassment of looking like he pissed himself.
Claude's question earns a pointed look that's softened by a laugh. Are you really going to make him be the responsible one here? He barely qualifies as an adult.]
We have to clean this up. [Though, he's not entirely sure...how. He scans the room for a mop or a stack of towels or something.] We're supposed to be helping out, not adding to the problem.
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Claude's question earns a pointed look that's softened by a laugh. Are you really going to make him be the responsible one here? He barely qualifies as an adult.]
We have to clean this up. [Though, he's not entirely sure...how. He scans the room for a mop or a stack of towels or something.] We're supposed to be helping out, not adding to the problem.