[Despite the warm night, the water's awful and cold. Hubert thankfully wasn't terribly disoriented after his plunge—that is, until something kicked him and spun him about in the water.]
[Hubert's finally gotten himself oriented and was beginning to make headway up when something grabbed him by the shirt and pulls; if Hubert could acknowledge it he'd maybe snarl vicious words, but that would have to wait for a little important thing called air.]
[He surfaces, coughing and trying to wipe hair and water out of his stinging eyes. The crown was lost in the scuffle somewhere, and the other two flower garlands hang in sad clumps around his neck.]
[The glare he levels at Felix is absolutely venomous.]
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[Hubert's finally gotten himself oriented and was beginning to make headway up when something grabbed him by the shirt and pulls; if Hubert could acknowledge it he'd maybe snarl vicious words, but that would have to wait for a little important thing called air.]
[He surfaces, coughing and trying to wipe hair and water out of his stinging eyes. The crown was lost in the scuffle somewhere, and the other two flower garlands hang in sad clumps around his neck.]
[The glare he levels at Felix is absolutely venomous.]
This, [he hisses,] is your fault.