Post by dade on May 23, 2009 20:55:20 GMT -5
{*cough* Of course this topic was was here, in this forum, the whole time >.> Sorry for anyone that noticed my mistake.}
A soaked Dade, out of breath and wearing black and pink OP swim trunks, sat at the edge of the pool at this moment. His shirt was a few feet away- it was a regular white t-shirt, which he hoped wouldn't accidentally get wet hence it's location so far away. Closer to him was his hair; his black hair was made darker by the water droplets that clung to it. The same water that plastered it to his forehead, however, inevitably felt the force of gravity making drops roll down his face. He didn't mind it, really.
Dade rubbed his face, minding it or not, to remove the excess water before it could drip into his eyes then chuckled in amusement as he caught his breath. He'd been swimming for a while now trying to burn off a bit of that extra energy, adn to be doing something. Perhaps it was a bit lonely, but he was very amused. It was time for a momentary break as it so happened. Which, at the thought of what he was doing, prompted him to grab his nearby water bottle for a quick drink. Not gatorade, but water. Mmm, yummy, cold, cold water. Too bad the smell of clorine, being inhaled, was quite unpleasant to him. Equally unpleasant was the fact that it was pretty much deathly silent. Ah-oh. Maybe he should get back into the water. . .Dade leaned toward the water, drawing his fingers along the surface curiously. Maybe. . .
A soaked Dade, out of breath and wearing black and pink OP swim trunks, sat at the edge of the pool at this moment. His shirt was a few feet away- it was a regular white t-shirt, which he hoped wouldn't accidentally get wet hence it's location so far away. Closer to him was his hair; his black hair was made darker by the water droplets that clung to it. The same water that plastered it to his forehead, however, inevitably felt the force of gravity making drops roll down his face. He didn't mind it, really.
Dade rubbed his face, minding it or not, to remove the excess water before it could drip into his eyes then chuckled in amusement as he caught his breath. He'd been swimming for a while now trying to burn off a bit of that extra energy, adn to be doing something. Perhaps it was a bit lonely, but he was very amused. It was time for a momentary break as it so happened. Which, at the thought of what he was doing, prompted him to grab his nearby water bottle for a quick drink. Not gatorade, but water. Mmm, yummy, cold, cold water. Too bad the smell of clorine, being inhaled, was quite unpleasant to him. Equally unpleasant was the fact that it was pretty much deathly silent. Ah-oh. Maybe he should get back into the water. . .Dade leaned toward the water, drawing his fingers along the surface curiously. Maybe. . .