Even 'not moving at all' seems to be too fast for Carlisle for the moment. "I'll be fine if what is that?! Something's—"
It's a good thing Glacius has that tendril coiled around his waist, as Carlisle lets go of his neck completely in his moment of panic, He shoves his hands into the water to fight off whatever has grabbed him, only to feel the icy surface of the serpentine limb. It's just Glacius; he's safe, as promised. "Oh, oh that's you. Right."
Reddening in embarrassment, he goes back to his initial problem. "I can hold on myself -- I think -- but it'd be easier if I could maybe sit on this bit you've got around my waist? I don't mean to ride you like some kind of great, watery horse, but I'd definitely feel better if I could hold onto my glasses with one hand, and your neck with the other, and still feel like I wasn't going anywhere. Figuratively. I mean, relative to your back, not as in 'not going anywhere' with this endeavor, obviously..."
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It's a good thing Glacius has that tendril coiled around his waist, as Carlisle lets go of his neck completely in his moment of panic, He shoves his hands into the water to fight off whatever has grabbed him, only to feel the icy surface of the serpentine limb. It's just Glacius; he's safe, as promised. "Oh, oh that's you. Right."
Reddening in embarrassment, he goes back to his initial problem. "I can hold on myself -- I think -- but it'd be easier if I could maybe sit on this bit you've got around my waist? I don't mean to ride you like some kind of great, watery horse, but I'd definitely feel better if I could hold onto my glasses with one hand, and your neck with the other, and still feel like I wasn't going anywhere. Figuratively. I mean, relative to your back, not as in 'not going anywhere' with this endeavor, obviously..."