[ Even having just come back, Eric can see all the work that needs to be done, and wastes no time getting himself involved in the community again. He's minding his own business getting back into the swing of things when the cold, sopping sponge slaps him square between the shoulders and he lets out a startled yelp.
He turns around slowly, his eyes locking on Arthur, who is clearly the perpetrator. That expression speaks fire as Eric leans down and picks up his entire bucket and hefts the water toward him. ]
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He turns around slowly, his eyes locking on Arthur, who is clearly the perpetrator. That expression speaks fire as Eric leans down and picks up his entire bucket and hefts the water toward him. ]
Oh, you're a dead man.