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[Giovanni wanders for a moment, as he gasps for breath at the surface of the water, if it's possible for him to drown. There are better things to be pondering, certainly, such as how he ended up in this position in the first place and where his clothes had gone off to, but his thoughts are so scattered at the moment it hardly matters.
The water is... incredibly salty. He thinks perhaps he's landed in an ocean except that he's never actually seen an ocean before. This shore isn't far and he automatically swims for it.
When he finally crawls upon dry land, he flops down onto the sand and just lays there for a while. His head is pounding, as if his skull is about to burst. Last he remembers, he'd attacked... that... man...
There's a book on the ground not too far from where he lays, closed, somehow dry and in fair condition despite its proximity to the ocean. He ignores it for now, just catching his breath.]
The water is... incredibly salty. He thinks perhaps he's landed in an ocean except that he's never actually seen an ocean before. This shore isn't far and he automatically swims for it.
When he finally crawls upon dry land, he flops down onto the sand and just lays there for a while. His head is pounding, as if his skull is about to burst. Last he remembers, he'd attacked... that... man...
There's a book on the ground not too far from where he lays, closed, somehow dry and in fair condition despite its proximity to the ocean. He ignores it for now, just catching his breath.]