Oh great, he was doing this with an audience now. Tide already hated the water. There were sturgeon in the water. There were sharks in the water. There was so much bullshit hiding in the murk. He's over it. Well and truly over it. Still, with Davey's taunting, he moves out to tread water. "Are you fucking happy, douchebag?" Hackles up, scowling at his brother.

Mercy is the first one to sight the trouble, though Tide can't quite make heads or tails of exactly what the girl is on about. It's not until he hears the splashing, at least. Sighted down by no less than three gators, Tide paddles his doggy ass off toward the shore. Not quick enough, one of them is already snapping at his tail. "How the fuck does this keep happening-- dickhead." Shouting at the top of his lungs.

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Mercy couldn't help but enjoy days like this. Lazy days, spent watching the world go by from the silty banks of the Estuary. Sure, she wasn't the most keen on water either, but she's not the center of attention. Sprawled on the bank, watching the boys bicker amongst themselves, barely paying any mind to the rest of the world.

Bait and his string of cuss words, though, draws Mercy's attention. It seemed their eyes weren't the only ones on the smaller boy. "Bro those are crocs," a delicious grin slipping over her face, climbing to her feet in one fluid motion. Already bounding through the shallows toward the beasts, grabbing the snoot of the bastard that reaches for Tide. Sinking her teeth in viciously, though the beast has armored skin. This isn't the only crocodile out here, but hey, first shot best shot.

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At this point, it was getting a little silly. Davey was traumatizing his brother for life, all for their entertainment. Goading the boy into the water, watching as he snaps and yells. It's so incredibly funny, on every level. Tail wagging, barking at Baitboy from the shore. Running up and down and making a ridiculous amount of noise. Joyful, especially as he messes with the smaller boy.

Even more joyful when the gaggle of crocodiles appear. Without a second thought, he charges into the water. The barking doesn't stop, and he's not taking this anywhere near as seriously as he should. Davey reaches for an unoccupied beastie, springing upon its back and trying to hold its head beneath the water.

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