[Armin loves swimming. He can swim. Right. They’re just playing, it’s fine.]
[There’s an off-beat hesitation before Aubrey takes Armin’s hand, and her grip’s a little tight when she does; is it just that she stunned herself or is he kind of… warm? It stops her from jerking back on some wild instinct, and thus Aubrey is pulled into the downpour.]
God, we’re never gonna dry off at this rate.... [Her laugh’s a bit subdued now, but she appreciates Armin’s grin. A lot. Aubrey leans down too, though she splashes herself quickly before returning fire. The margin’s small enough, and her aim’s for Armin’s face, so he might not notice.]
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[Armin loves swimming. He can swim. Right. They’re just playing, it’s fine.]
[There’s an off-beat hesitation before Aubrey takes Armin’s hand, and her grip’s a little tight when she does; is it just that she stunned herself or is he kind of… warm? It stops her from jerking back on some wild instinct, and thus Aubrey is pulled into the downpour.]
God, we’re never gonna dry off at this rate.... [Her laugh’s a bit subdued now, but she appreciates Armin’s grin. A lot. Aubrey leans down too, though she splashes herself quickly before returning fire. The margin’s small enough, and her aim’s for Armin’s face, so he might not notice.]