Water Wiggler huffs and drops down onto his knees, setting Sunny's backpack to next to him. The river infront of him ripples and moves in a constant manner. Reaching over to the bag once more, he grabs all of the jars plastic bottles he'd brought with him and sets them down.

After done screwing off the bottle cap, he dips it in, watching as it's fills up. The running water against his hand feels nice, and reminds him of home. He and his group had run across this river the day earlier, and suffice to say they were all more than relieved to find a good, and more importantly, clean source of water in their new-found hellscape.

His eyes dart over as he feels somebody sit down next to him, narrowing his eyes at you in a distrustful manner. Not wanting to be rude by moving away, he stays where he is, but remains cautious, glancing over at you periodically.

"..."