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Rupert was hot. The wind had made rowing interesting, made the water a bit tougher to handle. So that had been fun, for about a day. And then the wind had died down and the rain had shown up, every day like clockwork the damned rain, and so he'd spent several days trying to fix the roof of his bloody hut (albeit fashionably expanded now to four rooms, though it had required the aid of his brother's testy and effeminate staff engineer to get them quite sorted out), then gotten his brother's testy and effeminate staff engineer to fix it for him. So that was settled as well. There was word of some sort of sport going up, something Leon and Jason both knew but called by a different name. Rupert couldn't quite be pressed to care. At least it would be something to do.
He was so mind numbingly staggeringly bored. And something else as well, something that had only started gnawing at him since news of his impending uncledom, but he couldn't really put a finger on it, what it could be. Not that he was giving it much thought. That act, in and of itself, was not particularly in his nature.
After about an hour of the billiard table, he'd left the compound feeling irritated, only to be greeted by stifling wet heat. Even with a pause in the rain, his clothing clung to him. He stopped on the path, frowning, running over a list of possible activities in his head.
It was not terribly long.
Eventually, he decided on the lagoon. It was something, and it was something he hadn't done in the past week. Given the circumstances, that just about counted for novel. Lacking both forethought and shame, he left his shirt and trousers at the water's edge and dove in, pushing down until his lungs burned and his fingers skimmed the rocks and silt at the bottom, before coming up by the waterfall. He shook the water from his face, slicked his hair back, and grinned at the figure by the rocks.
"Care to join?"
He was so mind numbingly staggeringly bored. And something else as well, something that had only started gnawing at him since news of his impending uncledom, but he couldn't really put a finger on it, what it could be. Not that he was giving it much thought. That act, in and of itself, was not particularly in his nature.
After about an hour of the billiard table, he'd left the compound feeling irritated, only to be greeted by stifling wet heat. Even with a pause in the rain, his clothing clung to him. He stopped on the path, frowning, running over a list of possible activities in his head.
It was not terribly long.
Eventually, he decided on the lagoon. It was something, and it was something he hadn't done in the past week. Given the circumstances, that just about counted for novel. Lacking both forethought and shame, he left his shirt and trousers at the water's edge and dove in, pushing down until his lungs burned and his fingers skimmed the rocks and silt at the bottom, before coming up by the waterfall. He shook the water from his face, slicked his hair back, and grinned at the figure by the rocks.
"Care to join?"