[ Springs and bathhouses are aplenty on the Continent and this sphere alike; there are expectations when entering the water which are as follows: one, the majority if not all of one's clothes are removed; and two, one's head should remain above the surface, unless drowning.
So no. He isn't watching where he's stepping, because there shouldn't be anything for him to watch in the first fucking place. Except there is, and it's startling enough that Geralt gives an audible grunt of surprise. He backpedals immediately, at first concerned he's either crushed an injured animal underfoot or awoken a lurking creature who might proceed to latch its teeth onto his leg. Both are possible, given the trajectory of his life.
It's neither. Instead, it's...
What—
Why is. Also, since when? Hasn't Castiel been— ]
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So no. He isn't watching where he's stepping, because there shouldn't be anything for him to watch in the first fucking place. Except there is, and it's startling enough that Geralt gives an audible grunt of surprise. He backpedals immediately, at first concerned he's either crushed an injured animal underfoot or awoken a lurking creature who might proceed to latch its teeth onto his leg. Both are possible, given the trajectory of his life.
It's neither. Instead, it's...
What—
Why is. Also, since when? Hasn't Castiel been— ]
What the fuck.