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The pool, Thursday after classes

"...and here we are! Ta-da!" Amber exclaimed, arms extended. "The pool, Hannibal, in all it's non-YMCA glory."

Amber had indeed, stopped by his room to see if he was ready to head to the basement, and to see if he had still actually wanted to go. It was a yes on both accounts and she couldn't have been more pleased.

Shrugging off her bag, slipping off her flip-flops, she grinned over at him. "Last one in is a rotten egg." And she ran the few feet towards the pool, diving in.

[Amber's here for Hannibal, who was modded with permission, but the pool is totally open, yo!]

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"And more," he said brightly, swimming closer...just so he could splash her.

Laughing, Amber took that in stride because she got to splash back, which she did. She also hummed the tune from that shark movie; it was just something you did when you were in a pool.

"Uh oh, ominous music," Hannibal said, doing the smart thing and swimming backwards. "Everyone knows that ominous music leads to either lost limbs or some lame fakeout scene. I wonder what you'll be."

Amber just grinned, lowered herself further into the water and totally began to stalk him. She did switch over from humming to, "Do-do-do-do... do-do." It just sounded better.

"You're not afraid of a little finger nibble, are you?" she teased.

Hannibal kept backing away but slowly. Like he was going to flee in terror. He wasn't insane and he had eyes. Very good, nice ones.

"Dunno," he said, treading some water. "You planning on being the one to nibble on my finger?"

"Are you willin' to take the chance that I actually would?" she asked, staring at his very good, nice eyes. "Could be that knees are much better..."

"Hmm." He pretended to think about while he ducked back into the water and got his hair wet again. "Either way, I'm not afraid. That's not in my vocabulary. Well, it is, but it doesn't pertain to me."

He'd leave clowns out of this. Creepy creepy clowns.

"Why not?" she asked, which only led to another thought which she voiced out loud. "Why did you come to Fandom, Hannibal?"

"Because being afraid if a waste of time," he said, all bravado. "And I'd rather spend my time doing better things. Like...avoiding pretty sharks."

He grinned and then answered her second question. "Home wasn't big enough for me. I had to bust out. But there was no song and dance because I know I just sounded like a movie musical there."

"I like that. That's my new motto. I try not to be afraid and usually I'm not. Especially if I was bein' hunted by a handsome manly shark," she grinned and pushed forward in the water.

Amber laughed. "Well, I'm glad you busted out and ended up here. After all, playin' in the pool is no fun without victims to terrorize."

Hannibal kept moving backwards, almost lazily now, and kicked his feet mostly to splash her. "How'm I doing as a victim?"

Amber raised a brow, seemed to consider him thoughtfully. "I think for a victim, you're pretty sure of yourself," she teased, giving him a small smile.

"Not enough flailing?" he asked, laughing. "Not enough high pitched screaming?"

"Exactly. I would think at least a leg jerk, a wild flailin' of an arm, perhaps screamin' pleas... you know, make it worth my while. Er, the sharks."

"I can do that," he said, smiling briefly before he started flailing his arms and legs enough to make a big splash. He didn't scream, someone could hear that, but he tried to look stricken.

All he did was manage to make Amber crack up laughing at his attempts. She ducked under water and totally did a disappearing act on him, or so she was smart enough to think. She decided not to go after a finger; he might really think she was weird. You know, aside from playing shark.

Resurfacing, she came up near the edge of the pool and lifted herself up and out, turing to sit on the edge.

All right, he felt no biting or teasing or brushing so obviously the shark hadn't made him a victim.

When he didn't feel her nearby anymore, he turned around and narrowed his eyes at her when he saw her.

"You left me allll alone in the pool," he said oh so sadly.

Amber happily patted the spot at her side. "Nuh-huh, I just saved you a spot right here beside me."

A beat.

"I was wrrrrinklin'," she said, oh so sadly.

"Wrrrrinklin?" he repeated, swimming over towards her. "But I'm all alone and cold. And I'm new. I could get ever so lost."

"Poor thing. How sad for you," she said, smirking. "But you're not alone, and the new is wearin' off, and the cold only lasts so long."

"You're very logical," he said, pulling himself up to plop down next to her. "And now I'm enjoying the view."

"Ma would agree with you," she smiled at him, blushing a little. "As am I."

"And now I almost miss the sun," he said, leaning closer to whisper conspiratorially, "because there's no sunscreen needed."

She giggled, glancing down over him quickly before she looked forward at her toes wiggling in the water. "I imagine you would need help with it too..."

"I was more thinking of helping you but yeah, I'd probably need help," he said. "Cute giggle."

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