This plan wasn't thought through very well—if he could even call it a plan. It had been more of an impulse. The stupid elf had been clear(ish) that his brother should get in the pool. He'd tried to be civil about it. Now here they were, underwater (which was freezing for some fucking reason), all because of his stupid stubbornness. There had been a much easier way to go about this. Though... he had yet to see whether it had worked or whether Marlowe was just messing with them. If that was the case, Ahn-Bo was not above tossing him in too.

Ahn-Bo surfaced a few seconds later. "Ssi-bal, it's cold," He muttered as he swam in place, turning his body until he saw Jin-a. The vampire was already paddling to the pool's edge, looking cold and miserable. He followed suit, not entirely sure if he was headed to the gallows. He lifted himself out, looking just as bedraggled as his brother... who almost looked like he was sprawled out on a beach somewhere, enjoying the sunshine. The werewolf crawled tentatively toward him, sloshing cold water all over the stone as he went. "Jin-a?"

It was time to face the consequences of his rash decision.