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[color=Silver]	The day had gone by as a slog - no change there from the usual. Yet on his mind was the eternal ponder over what it was he was asked to attend. It occupied half of his attention and only led to the day dragging. In time, however, the school hours were over, and he was back in his dorm, debating himself as to whether he should go. Of course, he thought it wasn't exactly something promising, but he hadn't made any enemies to his knowledge to justify something targeted. The school year was far too early for that to happen. Still, it did beckon as to why anyone would've requested him in any secretive "under-the-door" fashion.

	In the end, there was only one way to truly know whether the experience was to be grand or pointless. Attendance. Franciszek wasn't that particularly enclosed in the social sphere. There were ways to put yourself forward without risking anything, and for all he knew, that was just that. He grabbed a towel and made headway for the docks by the time the daylight turned sour. It wasn't anything atypical about the land; all the same, bitter, homely feeling, rather. Autumn's early bites were, however, rather demanding when it came to swimming.

	He'd changed into some nondescript swimming wear - some trunks and a spare t-shirt he'd had still packed in one of his bags. It wasn't anything fancy, nor really useful for swimming, but by the time he'd arrived, it all felt a little off. There were just people stood around. Waiting. Not talking. It was quiet. It was a little too uncomfortably quiet. And then all that silence was wiped away when Sofia sprung her surprise, and for once, Franciszek felt like he was the only one to actually jump inside of himself. He tried to hide it at least, barely.

	Sofia was...something. Enthusiastic, nonetheless, but not exactly on par with the school staff. There was a veneer of awkwardness, the slight second-handed embarrassment that came with trying just a little too hard. He didn't mind it though. It was loose, and gave an impression of genuine attempt when it came to witnessing failure. He didn't want to look too deep into it. Then, of course, she disclosed the purpose of their gathering. A belated tradition, left to hang at the last minute. That seemed to be her style - a little after it was cool for everyone else to do so. Honestly, he liked it. It was a lot less crowded, though the unrecognisable faces didn't exactly help ease him into volunteering himself first. He lingered just barely to the side of whoever, whilst some prepared themselves to jump in.

	Then it struck him - he hadn't gone swimming in a long while. There was a slight anxious tick to that thought. Did he still know how to swim? Well - she did say it wasn't deep, but what was her idea of not deep, she had acclimatised to the nautical school? She [i]did[/i] come up with an answer but...bah, who paid attention to that? He stood amongst the unhazed, of course this was how it was meant to be; nervousness and confusion and just a general lick of anxiety to cover all his bases. He stood there, a little frozen. He wasn't scared of swimming, but he wasn't enthusiastic about what he was leaping his way into.[/color]

[color=EEFF53][b]"Right..."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]God, he kicked himself at how untalkative he had been. There was just standing there, and inaction, and spectating the others as they conversed a little with Sofia and back. He didn't interrupt, not straight away. But eventually, he did raise a halfward hand - though whether Sofia or who else had paid much attention was beyond him - and slowly ask.[/color] [color=EEFF53][b]"Like...right now? What happens after that?"[/b][/color]