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[b]"I'd be hono-- [i]glad[/i] to."[/b] I caught myself. [b]"How's the water here, though?"[/b]

Besides the obvious answer, which for her was [i]"easy to move through"[/i]. I had to marvel a little with how, even at a relatively stationary position, practically a standstill, she effortlessly slid through the water. Was resistance not a thing to this girl? Even the simple action of turning was a bit of a chore for a guy like me, and I'd learned more than was reasonable about maneuvering in the water over the summer prior.

I suppressed a wince.

Fifty laps on the first day? Why the hell [i]wouldn't[/i] that nearly drown me, April?!

Even now, that'd have been rough going!

For Beryl, though, I was sure it'd be something closer to fifty laps around the dorm room at a brisk walk. This was simply the difference between he who was out of his element, and she who was in hers.

So, for tonight, in the interests of keeping myself dry and tired, I'd stay up here, well within my element.

[b]"I think we're all gonna go a little stircrazy in this school, honestly."[/b] I replied afterward, seating myself in something similar to the lotus position at the side of the pool. Admittedly less cute than her headtilting lean out onto the edge, but I'm working with myself in the first place, so I could really only manage indian-style without doing something nuts.

And if I did something nuts, I don't think it'd be cute any more.

I happily took my loss in the contest that wasn't even real at all to begin with, and loosed a dry chuckle.

[b]"I mean, I've been here two weeks and I'm already cutting myself, right?"[/b]