[ Well, fuck. He barely has time to reach for him before he sees Molly fall over and on instinct Fjord grabs hold of the edge of the jetty as he jumps in after him, snagging his fancy new shirt to reel him back. It's fucking cold as a witch's tit in the sea, no matter how pretty it looks, and he gives him a once-over to check he's okay. ]
Molly, fuck's sake! Are you alright? Shit, it's freezing ... !
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Molly, fuck's sake! Are you alright? Shit, it's freezing ... !