"You're the weird one for wearing them in the first place."

And that was logic for you, frank and blunt and honest. Tucker imagined that if he had feet, he wouldn't own a single pair; it had to chafe the inside of his leg-things, right? Right?

But Tucker was done trying to argue with him, so he huffed, took the few items, and slipped under the water, immediately swallowed by the darkness. Only the missing clothes supplied the silence with any sort of clue that he had been here at all. Pushing off the rock, he managed to fight the current as be as he could and come round to the other side, the sun side when it came out, gripping to the edge before he started to pull himself up. Ugh, this was a bitch, but...dry clothes meant no sickness, right? At least for a little awhile.

The muscles along his back, his arm strained as he pulled himself up the rest of the way out of the water, curled tail pushing to help him up. Higher. Higher so the crabs didn't come up and get them... But the edges were all craggy, rough, and it took longer than he hoped.

Sorry, stranger, it might be a minute.