Marcello had indeed been out of sorts lately. There had been so many things going on in his head lately, it had begun to overwhelm him. If he didn’t keep himself in check, it was bound to cause some real emotional damage eventually and he realized this despite not wanting to admit it. That’s why he was willing to take Willem up on his offer, even though he was still ashamed that he and so many others had seen his blog entry only a few days before. He would try not to think about it. Today was a new day, and the brunette felt that somehow, he needed this, and he was very grateful to his friend because of it
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Willem smiled a bit as he watched Marcello bounce excitedly as he surveyed the pool. This was the Marcello he was used to, and even though he was curious about the other man’s knowledge of pool water and length he decided not to mention it.
“Glad you approve,” he told his roommate, stripping off his t-shirt and leaving it with his towel on a nearby hook. He then approached the deeper side of the pool and dove in. He surfaced quickly, running a hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes before looking back at the other man.
“I usually just do laps, but feel free do whatever you want.”
Marcello laughed as he saw the Dutchman’s head finally surface, his hair limp and heavy with chlorine water. Seeing Willem as soaked as drowned rat was a new and entertaining experience for the smaller man. “Look at your face!” Marcello pointed at him, still laughing. Though, he didn’t realize that he probably looked just the same, since his head was soaked as well
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Willem didn't know what was so funny, so he merely tread water and watched with bemusement. As Marcello went back to smiling and stripped down, Willem let himself float on his back. He watched the reflection of the pool play across the ceiling of the building, enjoying the calm.
Which didn't last for long, as the other man jumped in right next to him. Willem stood up again, sputtering water. He splashed the other man back, rolling his eyes.
"Marco Polo?" he repeated at Marcello's suggestion. He frowned, considering. "You need more then two people to play that though."
He leaned back against the edge of the pool, resting his arms on the sides.
"Two is perfect for a race though. We can do that if you'll just let me get warmed up."
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“Glad you approve,” he told his roommate, stripping off his t-shirt and leaving it with his towel on a nearby hook. He then approached the deeper side of the pool and dove in. He surfaced quickly, running a hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes before looking back at the other man.
“I usually just do laps, but feel free do whatever you want.”
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Which didn't last for long, as the other man jumped in right next to him. Willem stood up again, sputtering water. He splashed the other man back, rolling his eyes.
"Marco Polo?" he repeated at Marcello's suggestion. He frowned, considering. "You need more then two people to play that though."
He leaned back against the edge of the pool, resting his arms on the sides.
"Two is perfect for a race though. We can do that if you'll just let me get warmed up."
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