[ he moves to wipe off his gloves, and then throws himself backward in reflex as something lunges at him ]

What the--

[ well, it does grab one wrist: the one he used to swipe at the fountain with

he makes a face at the slime running down his clothes and seethes silently as his glove is ruined. excuse.

but he's got more pressing matters--

like a fountain with tentacles ]

You...! Show yourself!