Mao had only taken his attention away from his surroundings for a few moments. Not very long, just enough time to finish up the current doodle.

Apparently it had been long enough.

The unsuspecting demon pitched forward with a surprised cry, the notepad and pen flying into the air as they were discarded, landing with small splashes in the water a short distance in front of him. His vision became blurry, partially from his glasses slipping off of his face as he started to float to the surface and partially from the water itself.

The demon breached the surface in a flailing mass of limbs, gasping for air, his half angry, half panicked shouts garbled as he struggled to keep his head above the water.

As could probably be guessed, the struggle wasn't going very well.