[ It's unbelievable! Wolfwood tips his head back, opening his mouth to the rain. It's cool and fresh, and so clean -- for a kid from the sticks, it's maybe the cleanest water he's ever tasted. He wants to run in it, take his shirt off and let it soak into his skin, let it wash all the dust and blood and everything else away and...
...oh, shit, they should be saving this. ]
Buckets! [ His loafers slip in the mud as he runs back inside, laughing like a kid. ] We need buckets, pots, pans, anything!
[ With how the wind is howling, any water they save will be full of silt, but that's nothing new. Silt can be settled out, filtered through a rag, hell, they can leave it in and use the water for washing up. There's just so much water. He's never seen this much water before! ]
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...oh, shit, they should be saving this. ]
Buckets! [ His loafers slip in the mud as he runs back inside, laughing like a kid. ] We need buckets, pots, pans, anything!
[ With how the wind is howling, any water they save will be full of silt, but that's nothing new. Silt can be settled out, filtered through a rag, hell, they can leave it in and use the water for washing up. There's just so much water. He's never seen this much water before! ]