Snippet #1409484

Matt watched as the girl hoisted herself up off the sand and began running - rather awkwardly with her hands cuffed nearly to her neck. She scurried and soon disappeared into the thick vegetation. He glanced at the apparent merman, who appeared to be sitting and studying them just as Matt was studying the others. Deciding a human girl would both make for better company and a better meal than a seafood boy, the straightjacketed youth wriggled to his feet, but after only a moment lost his balance and fell forward onto his stomach. "MMPH." Sand flung up into his eyes and hair. "Grrr, grrRRRrrr..." He growled like an agitated dog and began rolling around either in an attempt to squirm out of his straightjacket or to get the sand out of his hair and eyes... Though both were clearly unsuccessful.

If he was going to go anywhere, he would have to get out of his restraints. He wriggled and writhed in the sand, exerting all the force he could in his arms to free them. This stretched the fabric and loosened its grip a bit, but still did not free him. Lying on his back panting, he gave a defeated sigh. He was left with two options: seek help from the merman, or use his true form to free himself.
Transforming was exhausting, and he was far from cognitively stable when in his true form. Not to mention the form would burn in sunlight... But he didn't want to roll over to this stranger criminal merman and entrust his restrained, muzzled self to him.
Then he noticed the fish man getting to his.. feet. When did that happen? Matt eyed him warily as the man stepped in his direction, but then stumbled. He, too, had restraints on that crippled his mobility, it would seem. He glanced in the direction the girl had run... and then back to the now legged merman. From what he could tell, the young man didn't appear angry or particularly bent on causing him harm just yet. From his position on his stomach in the sand, Matt watched the blue-haired boy.