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The Pool: Wednesday Afternoon
Karal wasn't quite sure how this had happened (it wasn't as if he could swim in any credible way), but here he was, dressed in swimming things, waiting for Evey. It felt very odd wearing only shorts and a shirt when it was the next thing to freezing outside, but at least it was warm in here.
He sat on the edge of the pool, toes dangling in the water, smiling down at his reflection. However odd it was, however it had happened, he was just happy because he'd get to see her.
[ooc: Karal's here for Evey, but it is an open pool. Their thread locked to them, thanks.]
He sat on the edge of the pool, toes dangling in the water, smiling down at his reflection. However odd it was, however it had happened, he was just happy because he'd get to see her.
[ooc: Karal's here for Evey, but it is an open pool. Their thread locked to them, thanks.]

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She found the pool with no trouble, smiling at Karal when she caught sight of him. "Hello."
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As though he had not noticed.
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Evey's timing might have been better.
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Plus Evey wanted to see him with his shirt off.
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She shyly peeled off her skirt, sneaking another look at him, and slid into the water, which came up to her ribcage or so.
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The trunks were on over his armor, of course.
When he arrived, he went up to the diving board, took a running start, and yelled "CANNONBALL OF DOOM!" as he leaped into the water.
Doom would have spent more time around the water, but his armor made swimming rather difficult.
Instead, he went back to his room, dripping water from his armor, satisfied with his perfect Cannonball of Doom.