[Baroona stops, if only to glare at Zelos in flustered frustration. When he speaks, he grumbles, looking away, shoulders hunched slightly around his neck. Clearly embarrassed.]
It slipped.
[Cautiously, he moves forward, trying to keep his splashing to a minimum.]
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It slipped.
[Cautiously, he moves forward, trying to keep his splashing to a minimum.]