[With a huff, Karamatsu leans back against the side of the tub, firmly folding his arms over his chest now dotted with scales. He can feel claws pressing lightly into his forearms, as well as those aforementioned spikes jutting from his elbows. He decides to just not look at Ichi so he won't have to watch him...do that.]

I don't know. It could be a while. And I do not believe there is any way we could make it to the river this way before we lost consciousness due to lack of oxygen.

We might have to stay here.

[Which means, guess what, Ichimatsu? You get to spend the next...whenever with your favorite brother!]