"AHH!"
If Maako had any hopes of being stealthy, they were ruined by Sachi's scream as she found herself riding him like a horse. And Sachi did not like horses, and they didn't like her, and she didn't trust anyone's legs or wings but her own! She clung to him for dear life, tail whipping out behind her like a streamer, and then--
Oh no.
He wasn't--
He WOULDN'T--
And then they were sailing down into the sewer.
Sachi would have loved to claim she wasn't familiar with the sewers, but yeah. She was. Wasn't her first time by any means, but that didn't mean she hated it any less. And at least those other few times, she'd gone in prepared! Worn the right clothes (ones she would burn later), nice high boots, covered her nose and mouth with a cloth bundled up with nice-smelling herbs. Not this time!
Down, down they went, the stench already gagging her, and then came the inevitable splash.
They hit the bottom, Sachi rolling off of him in the impact, and she had no sooner gotten to her feet when she was hurling her guts up.
What was left of them, anyway.
"Why the sewer?" she moaned between retching fits, eyes watering.
This was the worst day ever.