[Log] Something in the Water
Who: Momoshiro Takeshi & Echizen Ryoma
Where: The Outdoor Pool
What: Momo gets some very dangerous sunscreen and WATER onto his person...
When: March 30th
Warning: PG-13 for slight suggestiveness~
Comments: Sure~ ♥
Momoshiro rummaged through his bag to look for his swimming trunks. He wasn’t exactly planning on … going near water at the moment, but he couldn’t let Echizen stay there all by himself either, right? Well, he was already gay, but Momoshiro wasn’t. Maybe he could just … sit there and look at Echizen or something. Yeah, that could work.
And save him in case anyone else looked at him funny. Since there’s something in the water after all.
He shook his head, then finally pulled out his blue swimming trunks from his bag. He quickly stripped himself from his clothes and dipped into the trunks. Grabbing a fresh and clean towel from the shower (not before looking around to see if there were any hidden cameras in there), he left his cabin to go look for the pool.
Where was it anyway? Momoshiro hasn’t been there before …
Ryoma was splayed out on a chaise, sunglasses over his eyes and arms behind his back. He was dressed in his black jacket and a pair of dark blue trunks patterned with seaweed leaves. White crocs on his feet and his cell phone resting on his stomach. As it were, it was impossible to tell whether he was awake or not.
Okay-so it was not the indoor pool, Momoshiro thought irritatedly. Stupid brat, why didn’t he say he was at the outdoor pool instead? Now he didn’t even have any sunscreen with him! Momoshiro sighed and made his way to the deck, feeling slightly uncomfortable and out of place with all the regular people who were fully clothed and gave him funny looks. When he finally got up on the deck, he shielded his eyes from the blinding sun, and tried to look for Echizen.
Spotting the younger man suntanning on a chaise, Momoshiro was half grinning and half smirking, and sneaked up behind him. This was payback for making him go to the wrong pool and look like an idiot.
Ryoma apparently was sound asleep, because he didn't notice Momo. At all. (But falling asleep out in the sun is bad for you...)
Snickering softly to himself, Momoshiro stood looming over Echizen, casting a shadow on his naked chest. Which was white-he should really suntan a bit more (then again, he’s blocking the sun …). He briefly wondered what he should do, then decided on simply taking off Echizen’s sunglasses, and wrapped his fingers around the side of his head, covering his eyes.
“Guess who, sleepyhead?”
"Mmmpffh?" Ryoma stirred, trying to open his eyes, and found that he couldn't. "Aaah, what the fuck?!" After flailing around aimlessly for a moment, he finally gathered his wits about him and tried to push away the hand. "Momo!"
“Geez, did you go stupid after frying out in the sun for a while? I thought that was pretty obvious,” said Momoshiro as he rolled his eyes. He let go of Echizen and then played with his sunglasses, twirling it around in his fingers.
"Break them and you pay for them," Ryoma muttered, always a bit cranky after being forced awake. He glanced down at himself and frowned. Still no sign of a tan. What was wrong with his skin? Well, ignoring the fact that he hadn't been sunbathing that long, and he couldn't demand miracles, but... I look like a fish belly... "... You took your time."
Momoshiro placed the sunglasses on his own head, settling it in his hair. “Yeah well, you didn’t tell me which pool you were at, so I actually went to the indoors one first. Your fault. I didn’t even bring any sunscreen with me!” Momoshiro’s eyes traveled down Echizen’s body. “... Got some with you?”
"Yeah, it's in the bag." He nodded at a white brand duffel bag that stood by the side of the chaise, a towel, some books, sunscreen and his golden necklace visible from the belly of it. "Who in their right mind would choose the indoor pool over the outdoor one anyway?"
Momoshiro leaned down to look through the bag for some sunscreen. “Why? Because it was closer. That’s why.” He found the tube shaped sunscreen and pulled it out. Flipping open the cap, Momoshiro dumped a huge load of sunscreen on his hand, then quickly let it fall onto the chaise.
“You gotta do my back,” said Momoshiro, turning around and rubbing his arms and legs with the lotion.
"Sure thing." Ryoma reached down into the bag himself and pulled up the necklace, easily slipping it over his head. The gold felt cool and comforting against his skin. "Hey, did you see when Atobe arrived?"
“No, but I heard something about dolphins?” said Momoshiro and he let his hand slide from his thigh to his calf, his leg now milky white from the sunscreen. “Did he really get here on dolphins?”
"I don't know. Something like that." However Atobe had arrived, Ryoma was fairly certain it had been... bizarre. He was momentarily distracted by Momo's hand as it slid over that leg, and he wondered if he should simply try and snatch the sunglasses back and pretend that Momo simply wasn't there for the time being. … He would never get away with that.
“Figures, Atobe and his flashy entrances. I am so jealous of him,” sighed Momoshiro. He did his other leg this time, riding up till his blue trunks. Then he went back to rubbing his arms. “Jealous of his money, that is,” he felt the need to say that out loud. He wasn’t jealous of his snobby attitude, that’s for sure. “Now do my back, lazy bum,” he called out.
"Huh?" Ryoma started, as if pulled from some rather deep thoughts. (Yeah, right.) He colored briefly and grabbed the lotion bottle, squirting a dollop into the palm of his hand. "I could do without that kind of money myself. We have enough. My family, I mean. Since Oyaji's a former pro and all." He paused. Well. He had money, as Nanjiroh transferred a set amount to his account each month. Rinko on the other hand saw nothing of that money; she had to make do on her own salary and savings. "... Anyway, Atobe's insane, but I'm not complaining. … Okay, this is gonna be cold for a bit, just deal with it." He started to apply a somewhat even film of screen over Momo's entire back, before starting to massage his shoulders.
Momoshiro hummed to himself, thinking Echizen was quite good with those hands of his, tracing his back. Perhaps it was because he was just really good at tennis? Hmm, then what else would he be good at?
“If you have too much money, you can always give some to me,” suggested Momoshiro helpfully. “I am your friend you know!” he said while laughing, and finally rubbed some of the sunscreen on his cheeks and nose. Right now, he was painted white all over and looked like a ghost.
Ryoma grinned for a moment, then turned serious. "I'm not just giving you money, okay? I could lend you some though. To start you off. Say you have ten years to pay me back or something. It could help get you off your feet." He paused. "You know... If I'd known about your financial situation, I could have helped earlier..."
Momoshiro stepped backwards, and turned on his heel to face Echizen. He placed both his white stained hands on top of Echizen’s shoulders, squeezing them affectionately.
“Brat, if I knew you were rich, I’d be trying a lot harder to keep in contact with you!” Momoshiro shook with laughter, which he then abruptly cut out and he looked into Echizen’s eyes, a serious expression on his face. “That’s a joke, in case it wasn’t obvious. I’m not gonna take your money. I only do that to people I don’t like. You know, in case they never talk to me again, then at least I managed to get some money off of them. I don’t want to do that to you, okay?”
"Harr harr. But seriously... I wouldn't mind. You know... Because we are friends." He met Momoshiro's gaze openly for a moment, then grinned, a thought bashful. "... Enough with the sappy crap though. Just... If you suddenly have some cash on that account of yours, you know where it's from. And you better treasure it~"
This made Momoshiro laugh out loud again. He slid his arm across Echizen’s shoulder and placed him in another infamous headlock. “Idiot-I don’t even have an account!” He gave Echizen a friendly noogie before letting the squirming young man out of his grasp.
“And don’t give me charity. I’m Momo, I’ll be fine. I’ve survived up till this point, have I not?”
"Let go!" Ah, back to that. Once Momo did let him go, he rolled his eyes. "It wouldn't be charity, stupid. Now turn around and let me finish."
Momoshiro smiled, then flicked Echizen’s forehead with his finger, and slowly turned around. He placed the sunglasses on his nose as he waited for Echizen to finish what he started.
Smooth hands-relatively smooth, considering how much tennis he played-went back to work, rubbing the sunscreen into Momo's skin while kneading the muscles on his back and working out kinks here and there. Shoulders, shoulder blades, and then further down. Momo was rather tense, he noticed, so instead of simply finishing when all the sunscreen had been absorbed, he continued to massage his back, slowly and thoroughly. Eventually small sounds escaped Momoshiro, and Ryoma couldn't call them anything other than moans. He stopped, color shooting back up in his face and he allowed his hands to drop. "... Uh. Feel good...?"
“Uh-huh,” said Momoshiro and he wriggled his shoulders a bit to get the stiffness out of it. “You’ve got some girly hands, Echizen. Are you sure you’ve played tennis?” he asked this while laying down on the chaise, on his stomach, motioning for Echizen to continue. He took off the sunglasses and laid them beside him as he pressed his face down on the chaise.
"You want me to kill you?" Ryoma asked pleasantly, before leaning over Momo to continue his work. He reached the small of Momo's back and then continued downwards over the hips, stopping short as he reached the beginning of his ass. "Well, I think that's that."
Momoshiro shook his head. “Do my shoulders again,” he mumbled.
He thought about objecting for a moment, then shrugged his own shoulders and got back to work. The way he had to bend his body to reach properly as Momo was lying down was a bit uncomfortable, but he took that over having to straddle the other man any day. He wasn't going to push things. He wasn't that stupid.
Who knew Momoshiro had that much stiffness in his entire body? Feeling Echizen’s hand knead out the knots and kinks felt really, really good-he should be a masseuse or something, not a tennis player. He simply kept still as Echizen worked on his shoulders, his fingers sometimes brushing at the back of his neck, which also, felt really good. His body was feeling a lot more relaxed, and Momoshiro was beginning to think he might just fall asleep like this.
After a good while, Ryoma finally felt like he was getting somewhere, and he stepped back and asked:
"Is that better?"
No response.
Ryoma blinked and leaned closer, realizing that Momo had fallen asleep. "... Well, much company you are," he smirked. He needed to cool himself down anyway, so maybe this wasn't all that bad. He tossed his jacket on the chaise and walked up to the pool, diving in.
The warm feeling that lulled Momoshiro to sleep left him feeling cold when it was taken away. Momoshiro opened up his eyes and rubbed at them, raising his body and twisting it around to see where Echizen had run off to. He sat down on the chaise and looked over at the pool, at all the people inside of it (not that many, but still), but there was no sign of Echizen.
Momoshiro shrugged, then took the sunglasses that were next to him and placed them on his nose again. Heh, these were kind of suave; Echizen had style, he’s got to give him that. Wasn’t he wearing a cool golden necklace as well? Yup, he’s got style alright. It sort of made him feel like a clueless hermit who had no sense of fashion or style whatsoever.
Echizen still wasn’t to be found anywhere. Momoshiro lifted up his sunglasses and scanned the pool again. It was safe to go in there, right? Not that he wanted to try it out … but if Echizen drowned or something, that’d be bad. The little dude could swim, right?
Aside from a few of the guests splashing around or trying to outswim each other, the pool was rather calm. There was no green head bobbing around anywhere... Was there?
“Yo, Echizen!” Momoshiro waved like an idiot once he spotted Echizen’s head resurface. “Thought you drowned!” he yelled loud enough for everyone else to hear.
"Thought you'd get rid of me that easily?" Ryoma turned over onto his back, taking a few lazy strokes towards Momo. "Get in here."
Momoshiro shook his head, a bit distraught. “Uhm,” he hesitated. “I think I’ll just watch you instead, ‘kay? Go do some splashy thingies.” If there was something in the water, he certainly didn’t want to catch it. He’d rather play it safe.
Ryoma quirked an eyebrow at him and shook his head. "What are you afraid of, huh? Aren't you just being childish?" He pulled his hand through the water, splashing some of it in Momo's direction.
Momoshiro huffed out loud and pulled his feet up. “I’m fine just sitting and watching.” He crossed his arms over his bare chest, the sunglasses that he’d forgotten about falling back onto his nose. The only way he was getting into that pool, was if Echizen dragged him into it-and the little bugger didn’t seem that strong enough.
Ryoma eyed him for a moment. "You can't possibly think that you're gonna catch the gay bug or whatever's gotten into your brain by jumping into the water, right?"
“No,” he lied childishly. “Not at all. I’m not stupid.”
Ryoma simply quirked an eyebrow and smirked. "Hoooo~?"
Momoshiro bit his lip. “Shut up! Go swim!”
"Only if you're in here with me~" Ryoma grinned wickedly and reached out for Momo's ankles, giving them a thorough pull.
Momoshiro yelped as he went down on his butt, and toppled over into the pool. Submerged into the water, Momoshiro swam up as fast as he could, resurfacing with a very wet head and spitting out some water, Momoshiro glared hard at Echizen.
“You brat,” he chided at him. He was going to be gay now!
"Race me," Ryoma demanded, a smug look on his face.
Momoshiro splashed water into his face instead. “I’ll win,” he said very confidently, then started swimming laps across the huge pool without even warning Echizen.
"Cheater!" Ryoma made a small face, then smirked, diving in to follow him.
After winning, Momoshiro quickly got out of the pool and stuck his tongue out at Echizen.
Where: The Outdoor Pool
What: Momo gets some very dangerous sunscreen and WATER onto his person...
When: March 30th
Warning: PG-13 for slight suggestiveness~
Comments: Sure~ ♥
Momoshiro rummaged through his bag to look for his swimming trunks. He wasn’t exactly planning on … going near water at the moment, but he couldn’t let Echizen stay there all by himself either, right? Well, he was already gay, but Momoshiro wasn’t. Maybe he could just … sit there and look at Echizen or something. Yeah, that could work.
And save him in case anyone else looked at him funny. Since there’s something in the water after all.
He shook his head, then finally pulled out his blue swimming trunks from his bag. He quickly stripped himself from his clothes and dipped into the trunks. Grabbing a fresh and clean towel from the shower (not before looking around to see if there were any hidden cameras in there), he left his cabin to go look for the pool.
Where was it anyway? Momoshiro hasn’t been there before …
Ryoma was splayed out on a chaise, sunglasses over his eyes and arms behind his back. He was dressed in his black jacket and a pair of dark blue trunks patterned with seaweed leaves. White crocs on his feet and his cell phone resting on his stomach. As it were, it was impossible to tell whether he was awake or not.
Okay-so it was not the indoor pool, Momoshiro thought irritatedly. Stupid brat, why didn’t he say he was at the outdoor pool instead? Now he didn’t even have any sunscreen with him! Momoshiro sighed and made his way to the deck, feeling slightly uncomfortable and out of place with all the regular people who were fully clothed and gave him funny looks. When he finally got up on the deck, he shielded his eyes from the blinding sun, and tried to look for Echizen.
Spotting the younger man suntanning on a chaise, Momoshiro was half grinning and half smirking, and sneaked up behind him. This was payback for making him go to the wrong pool and look like an idiot.
Ryoma apparently was sound asleep, because he didn't notice Momo. At all. (But falling asleep out in the sun is bad for you...)
Snickering softly to himself, Momoshiro stood looming over Echizen, casting a shadow on his naked chest. Which was white-he should really suntan a bit more (then again, he’s blocking the sun …). He briefly wondered what he should do, then decided on simply taking off Echizen’s sunglasses, and wrapped his fingers around the side of his head, covering his eyes.
“Guess who, sleepyhead?”
"Mmmpffh?" Ryoma stirred, trying to open his eyes, and found that he couldn't. "Aaah, what the fuck?!" After flailing around aimlessly for a moment, he finally gathered his wits about him and tried to push away the hand. "Momo!"
“Geez, did you go stupid after frying out in the sun for a while? I thought that was pretty obvious,” said Momoshiro as he rolled his eyes. He let go of Echizen and then played with his sunglasses, twirling it around in his fingers.
"Break them and you pay for them," Ryoma muttered, always a bit cranky after being forced awake. He glanced down at himself and frowned. Still no sign of a tan. What was wrong with his skin? Well, ignoring the fact that he hadn't been sunbathing that long, and he couldn't demand miracles, but... I look like a fish belly... "... You took your time."
Momoshiro placed the sunglasses on his own head, settling it in his hair. “Yeah well, you didn’t tell me which pool you were at, so I actually went to the indoors one first. Your fault. I didn’t even bring any sunscreen with me!” Momoshiro’s eyes traveled down Echizen’s body. “... Got some with you?”
"Yeah, it's in the bag." He nodded at a white brand duffel bag that stood by the side of the chaise, a towel, some books, sunscreen and his golden necklace visible from the belly of it. "Who in their right mind would choose the indoor pool over the outdoor one anyway?"
Momoshiro leaned down to look through the bag for some sunscreen. “Why? Because it was closer. That’s why.” He found the tube shaped sunscreen and pulled it out. Flipping open the cap, Momoshiro dumped a huge load of sunscreen on his hand, then quickly let it fall onto the chaise.
“You gotta do my back,” said Momoshiro, turning around and rubbing his arms and legs with the lotion.
"Sure thing." Ryoma reached down into the bag himself and pulled up the necklace, easily slipping it over his head. The gold felt cool and comforting against his skin. "Hey, did you see when Atobe arrived?"
“No, but I heard something about dolphins?” said Momoshiro and he let his hand slide from his thigh to his calf, his leg now milky white from the sunscreen. “Did he really get here on dolphins?”
"I don't know. Something like that." However Atobe had arrived, Ryoma was fairly certain it had been... bizarre. He was momentarily distracted by Momo's hand as it slid over that leg, and he wondered if he should simply try and snatch the sunglasses back and pretend that Momo simply wasn't there for the time being. … He would never get away with that.
“Figures, Atobe and his flashy entrances. I am so jealous of him,” sighed Momoshiro. He did his other leg this time, riding up till his blue trunks. Then he went back to rubbing his arms. “Jealous of his money, that is,” he felt the need to say that out loud. He wasn’t jealous of his snobby attitude, that’s for sure. “Now do my back, lazy bum,” he called out.
"Huh?" Ryoma started, as if pulled from some rather deep thoughts. (Yeah, right.) He colored briefly and grabbed the lotion bottle, squirting a dollop into the palm of his hand. "I could do without that kind of money myself. We have enough. My family, I mean. Since Oyaji's a former pro and all." He paused. Well. He had money, as Nanjiroh transferred a set amount to his account each month. Rinko on the other hand saw nothing of that money; she had to make do on her own salary and savings. "... Anyway, Atobe's insane, but I'm not complaining. … Okay, this is gonna be cold for a bit, just deal with it." He started to apply a somewhat even film of screen over Momo's entire back, before starting to massage his shoulders.
Momoshiro hummed to himself, thinking Echizen was quite good with those hands of his, tracing his back. Perhaps it was because he was just really good at tennis? Hmm, then what else would he be good at?
“If you have too much money, you can always give some to me,” suggested Momoshiro helpfully. “I am your friend you know!” he said while laughing, and finally rubbed some of the sunscreen on his cheeks and nose. Right now, he was painted white all over and looked like a ghost.
Ryoma grinned for a moment, then turned serious. "I'm not just giving you money, okay? I could lend you some though. To start you off. Say you have ten years to pay me back or something. It could help get you off your feet." He paused. "You know... If I'd known about your financial situation, I could have helped earlier..."
Momoshiro stepped backwards, and turned on his heel to face Echizen. He placed both his white stained hands on top of Echizen’s shoulders, squeezing them affectionately.
“Brat, if I knew you were rich, I’d be trying a lot harder to keep in contact with you!” Momoshiro shook with laughter, which he then abruptly cut out and he looked into Echizen’s eyes, a serious expression on his face. “That’s a joke, in case it wasn’t obvious. I’m not gonna take your money. I only do that to people I don’t like. You know, in case they never talk to me again, then at least I managed to get some money off of them. I don’t want to do that to you, okay?”
"Harr harr. But seriously... I wouldn't mind. You know... Because we are friends." He met Momoshiro's gaze openly for a moment, then grinned, a thought bashful. "... Enough with the sappy crap though. Just... If you suddenly have some cash on that account of yours, you know where it's from. And you better treasure it~"
This made Momoshiro laugh out loud again. He slid his arm across Echizen’s shoulder and placed him in another infamous headlock. “Idiot-I don’t even have an account!” He gave Echizen a friendly noogie before letting the squirming young man out of his grasp.
“And don’t give me charity. I’m Momo, I’ll be fine. I’ve survived up till this point, have I not?”
"Let go!" Ah, back to that. Once Momo did let him go, he rolled his eyes. "It wouldn't be charity, stupid. Now turn around and let me finish."
Momoshiro smiled, then flicked Echizen’s forehead with his finger, and slowly turned around. He placed the sunglasses on his nose as he waited for Echizen to finish what he started.
Smooth hands-relatively smooth, considering how much tennis he played-went back to work, rubbing the sunscreen into Momo's skin while kneading the muscles on his back and working out kinks here and there. Shoulders, shoulder blades, and then further down. Momo was rather tense, he noticed, so instead of simply finishing when all the sunscreen had been absorbed, he continued to massage his back, slowly and thoroughly. Eventually small sounds escaped Momoshiro, and Ryoma couldn't call them anything other than moans. He stopped, color shooting back up in his face and he allowed his hands to drop. "... Uh. Feel good...?"
“Uh-huh,” said Momoshiro and he wriggled his shoulders a bit to get the stiffness out of it. “You’ve got some girly hands, Echizen. Are you sure you’ve played tennis?” he asked this while laying down on the chaise, on his stomach, motioning for Echizen to continue. He took off the sunglasses and laid them beside him as he pressed his face down on the chaise.
"You want me to kill you?" Ryoma asked pleasantly, before leaning over Momo to continue his work. He reached the small of Momo's back and then continued downwards over the hips, stopping short as he reached the beginning of his ass. "Well, I think that's that."
Momoshiro shook his head. “Do my shoulders again,” he mumbled.
He thought about objecting for a moment, then shrugged his own shoulders and got back to work. The way he had to bend his body to reach properly as Momo was lying down was a bit uncomfortable, but he took that over having to straddle the other man any day. He wasn't going to push things. He wasn't that stupid.
Who knew Momoshiro had that much stiffness in his entire body? Feeling Echizen’s hand knead out the knots and kinks felt really, really good-he should be a masseuse or something, not a tennis player. He simply kept still as Echizen worked on his shoulders, his fingers sometimes brushing at the back of his neck, which also, felt really good. His body was feeling a lot more relaxed, and Momoshiro was beginning to think he might just fall asleep like this.
After a good while, Ryoma finally felt like he was getting somewhere, and he stepped back and asked:
"Is that better?"
No response.
Ryoma blinked and leaned closer, realizing that Momo had fallen asleep. "... Well, much company you are," he smirked. He needed to cool himself down anyway, so maybe this wasn't all that bad. He tossed his jacket on the chaise and walked up to the pool, diving in.
The warm feeling that lulled Momoshiro to sleep left him feeling cold when it was taken away. Momoshiro opened up his eyes and rubbed at them, raising his body and twisting it around to see where Echizen had run off to. He sat down on the chaise and looked over at the pool, at all the people inside of it (not that many, but still), but there was no sign of Echizen.
Momoshiro shrugged, then took the sunglasses that were next to him and placed them on his nose again. Heh, these were kind of suave; Echizen had style, he’s got to give him that. Wasn’t he wearing a cool golden necklace as well? Yup, he’s got style alright. It sort of made him feel like a clueless hermit who had no sense of fashion or style whatsoever.
Echizen still wasn’t to be found anywhere. Momoshiro lifted up his sunglasses and scanned the pool again. It was safe to go in there, right? Not that he wanted to try it out … but if Echizen drowned or something, that’d be bad. The little dude could swim, right?
Aside from a few of the guests splashing around or trying to outswim each other, the pool was rather calm. There was no green head bobbing around anywhere... Was there?
“Yo, Echizen!” Momoshiro waved like an idiot once he spotted Echizen’s head resurface. “Thought you drowned!” he yelled loud enough for everyone else to hear.
"Thought you'd get rid of me that easily?" Ryoma turned over onto his back, taking a few lazy strokes towards Momo. "Get in here."
Momoshiro shook his head, a bit distraught. “Uhm,” he hesitated. “I think I’ll just watch you instead, ‘kay? Go do some splashy thingies.” If there was something in the water, he certainly didn’t want to catch it. He’d rather play it safe.
Ryoma quirked an eyebrow at him and shook his head. "What are you afraid of, huh? Aren't you just being childish?" He pulled his hand through the water, splashing some of it in Momo's direction.
Momoshiro huffed out loud and pulled his feet up. “I’m fine just sitting and watching.” He crossed his arms over his bare chest, the sunglasses that he’d forgotten about falling back onto his nose. The only way he was getting into that pool, was if Echizen dragged him into it-and the little bugger didn’t seem that strong enough.
Ryoma eyed him for a moment. "You can't possibly think that you're gonna catch the gay bug or whatever's gotten into your brain by jumping into the water, right?"
“No,” he lied childishly. “Not at all. I’m not stupid.”
Ryoma simply quirked an eyebrow and smirked. "Hoooo~?"
Momoshiro bit his lip. “Shut up! Go swim!”
"Only if you're in here with me~" Ryoma grinned wickedly and reached out for Momo's ankles, giving them a thorough pull.
Momoshiro yelped as he went down on his butt, and toppled over into the pool. Submerged into the water, Momoshiro swam up as fast as he could, resurfacing with a very wet head and spitting out some water, Momoshiro glared hard at Echizen.
“You brat,” he chided at him. He was going to be gay now!
"Race me," Ryoma demanded, a smug look on his face.
Momoshiro splashed water into his face instead. “I’ll win,” he said very confidently, then started swimming laps across the huge pool without even warning Echizen.
"Cheater!" Ryoma made a small face, then smirked, diving in to follow him.
After winning, Momoshiro quickly got out of the pool and stuck his tongue out at Echizen.