[Unfortunately, there is just one little problem with all her fantasies- they're all about to be cut short. If he felt a pang of uncertainty about what he was about to do, he squashed it as the water cascaded out of it's receptacle. Once empty, he tossed the canister aside and waited.

The moment the water struck it's target she was up and shouting at him. Good. Serves her right.

For- what exactly? Looking too fetching in a bikini? Needless to say he couldn't answer her question. Not truthfully in any case. Swiftly he thought up an excuse and ran with it.]

Losing consciousness out in the open is foolhardy, Takamaki. [She was Takamaki now, for the moment, as she would be for any lecture] You're lucky this was only water. [At first he felt satisfied that he'd got his revenge for being lured into lascivious gawking, but the water had a negative after effect. The rivulet's slid over her form and traced her curves as gravity called them downwards. He'd made it worse!. So he forced himself to focus on her face, her eyes were ablaze with fury]

Besides- I've been looking all over for your supplies, and it looks like you didn't even need them in the first place! [Reaching into his jacket he pulled out the makings of a meager sewing kit. There was at least a needle, and a small pair of scissors in his grasp]