He's still grasped on to her arm, and kicking for the surface himself. Maybe a bit less clumsily than she is, but strong enough anyways to survive. Shaking his head out, bangs in his eyes and he's grinning. "No no, my fault. I overbalanced."
Please don't ask why he did--please-please-please.
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Date: 2017-02-27 12:42 am (UTC)Please don't ask why he did--please-please-please.