Cecil didnāt expect not having skin to be such high maintenance. Well, he didnāt expect to not have skin in the first place, but thatās beside the point.
Taking a breath and holding it, he submerges himself completely into the viscous liquid around him. The world gets quiet for just a moment. Of course, the peace canāt last forever. His lungs start aching in protest and he lifts himself back out of the pool.
He takes a slow breath as he wipes the goop off his face, only to be interrupted by a sharp ahem. He turns to find you, standing rather stiffly, clipboard clutched so tight in your hands heās pretty sure itāll snap.
He sighs and stands up, running a hand through his hair to get it out of his face. The liquid drips into the pool below him. He gestures for you to pass him a towel, hardly sparing you a second glance.