It was safe to say that Mituna wasn't entirely sure what to do with himself. Well that and well he wasn't too fond of thinking anymore. It hurt his head more than he would have liked. The ochre blood let out a soft chirp while he lied on the beach in the dream bubbles. He liked the water. He could float, but it didn't last long due to his instinct on flailing and nearly drowning himself. He wanted to get in the water. But even with his damaged brain he knew better. No one was around.

Raising to a more seated position he looked to the water. The waves weren't that high. They wouldn't hurt him right? Hell no they wouldn't he was a strong independent troll! Water couldn't double kill him! It was just water after all. Moving to stand he neared the water, letting the waves meet his feet. He didn't move too far in, only enough to feel it. He knelt down and mumbled to the waves little profanities that were far too loud for his own good. "H4H4 7H053 4R3 57UP1D GR8U W4V35 57UP1D 817HC7H!"