[ If they were standing closer, he'd probably be able to read the flash of emotion that crosses her--but as it stands he's too far away and definitely feeling too carefree to pay attention. He watches her with curiosity, but without meanness, one hand lifted to shield his eyes from the sun. ]
Deep, huh? Don't know how to swim?
[ He floats closer, letting the waves tug him until he has enough purchase on the sand to come trotting up, seawater up to his calves. All he's wearing is the local loincloth-type piece, rigged a little to make it barely more modest. Lance has never really been much for modesty in the first place, to be honest. ]
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Deep, huh? Don't know how to swim?
[ He floats closer, letting the waves tug him until he has enough purchase on the sand to come trotting up, seawater up to his calves. All he's wearing is the local loincloth-type piece, rigged a little to make it barely more modest. Lance has never really been much for modesty in the first place, to be honest. ]
I could show you!