[ you'd think sam had spent entirely too much time floating around in a technological bathtub to want to go anywhere near the pool, but the exercise is good, and the feeling of floating, weightlessly, has it's own value. the speedos, however, are not so great. usually, if he's the only one here, he'll suffer them for the sake of moving faster in the water, but given the patch of blond he spots when he pads up to the edge of the pool, he's keeping the white pants given to him by the Nest pulled over the awkward little speedo, shirt tossed aside somewhere. because Ilde is at least ten years younger than him (2,000 if we're being technical), and it feels weird and kind of creepy to waltz around in something skimpier than underwear with her.
as she pushes up to the surface and half dog paddles her way to the edge, sam comes to crouch there in front of her, quiet laugh on his lips as he taps at the top of her wet hair with a fingertip. hey you. ]
Not much of a swimmer? [ which makes sense. he'd seen her world. he'd imagine this is like a blessing to her. or just incredibly weird to see. ]
water also bc fite me
as she pushes up to the surface and half dog paddles her way to the edge, sam comes to crouch there in front of her, quiet laugh on his lips as he taps at the top of her wet hair with a fingertip. hey you. ]
Not much of a swimmer? [ which makes sense. he'd seen her world. he'd imagine this is like a blessing to her. or just incredibly weird to see. ]