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Post by Sebastian Flyte on May 24, 2010 0:13:08 GMT -5
Unsurprisingly, no one else was in the pool at this hour. Sebastian, however, had only brought a single bathing suit, and decided after a few seconds that if no one else was around to see them, it wouldn't hurt to wear nothing, and they wouldn't be watching each other. Besides, getting in and out they would have towels, and both were men, and had brothers, so what could possibly be the worry?
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Post by Andrew Blakeney on May 24, 2010 0:17:33 GMT -5
Andrew was thankfully no longer tipsy, and had quite put two and two together. Frankly he didn't mind; when he and Robert went out riding, they didn't bother to bring bathing suits on the hot days that would inevitably end in jumping in a pond.
In addition, unbeknownst to him, he'd been raised in what seemed to be a time period where bathing suits as a whole were less common. They were more a curiosity for places like Brighton than a necessity for recreational swimming.
He began to unbutton his jacket.
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Post by Sebastian Flyte on May 24, 2010 0:20:07 GMT -5
Sebastian did the same and carefully set Aloysius down on top of it, then sat down to pull off his shoes and socks, which were hunter green.
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Post by Andrew Blakeney on May 24, 2010 0:25:40 GMT -5
His clothing was rather more boring, just in greys and blacks. They also were nowhere near neatly folded as he removed them layer-by-layer. They were more of a haphazard pile. As he spent most of his time, it became apparent that the revealed skin was quite pale.
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Post by Sebastian Flyte on May 24, 2010 0:29:01 GMT -5
...as was Sebastian. Although he did not shun the outdoors, he burned before he tanned, and genetics-wise, he was fair-skinned to the point of porcelain.
This means, of course, that two skinny nude English boys were getting into a pool together: the sort of thing comedians make failed jokes about.
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Post by Andrew Blakeney on May 24, 2010 0:31:51 GMT -5
It wasn't so much that Andrew got into the pool, it was that he cannonballed into the pool, long limbs curled up to the best possible shape for causing a large splash. He jumped far enough not to splash back to Sebastian and their clothes, though. Mostly.
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Post by Sebastian Flyte on May 24, 2010 0:39:16 GMT -5
Sebastian chose the tradition route of climbing down the steps into it. "You nearly make me regret this. I got wet before I got in - that's not supposed to happen."
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Post by Andrew Blakeney on May 24, 2010 0:40:35 GMT -5
"You couldn't have gotten too wet. I'm not big enough to cause a huge splash, and anyway most of it always goes forward."
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Post by Sebastian Flyte on May 24, 2010 0:42:55 GMT -5
Sebastian sniffed.
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Post by Andrew Blakeney on May 24, 2010 0:44:07 GMT -5
Andrew blew bubbles and sank underwater, burbling.
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Post by Sebastian Flyte on May 24, 2010 0:46:03 GMT -5
Sebastian went under to do a lap and see how long he could hold his breath. It wasn't as long as he thought it would be. When he came up for air he started to be petulant about that.
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Post by Andrew Blakeney on May 24, 2010 0:48:09 GMT -5
Andrew made it for about thirty seconds before he had to come up to breathe quite dramatically.
"What are you pouting about?"
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Post by Sebastian Flyte on May 24, 2010 0:49:28 GMT -5
"I used to be able to hold my breath for longer. My lungs are failing me. Nineteen years old, and already my body is beginning to show signs of wear."
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Post by Andrew Blakeney on May 24, 2010 0:50:43 GMT -5
"You're practically geriatric," he said, again in that serious-but-actually-kidding way that was the closest he got to jokes or sarcasm.
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Post by Sebastian Flyte on May 24, 2010 0:52:22 GMT -5
"Oh goodness, do you think that really?" asked Sebastian in a cringing tone of voice.
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