Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26882212-20161105170449/@comment-26882212-20161107183643

Soon, Fricka would be floating, not swimming, as she grabbed the rebreather, and stuck it into her mouth, taking deep, greedy breaths from it, not following Jake anymore. She knew she lost this one, but he used up quite a bit of air, hasn't he?

He'll come crawling back for air, Fricka thought.