"Well, I suppose you'll just have to make me walk the plank. Isn't that what pirates do? Or send me to work in a dungeon somewhere cleaning floors. Dreadful stuff."
Quentin laughs when Koby splashes him back, letting both of his hands drop beneath the water and skirt up the other's sides, tickling his fingers along the leaner shape of him. If he didn't have questions about the bracelet around Koby's wrist, he might press him against the wall there and admire every taut line of him, but he doesn't. Instead, he tickles at his ribs, letting his hands slide up to splash him again with a cheeky little grin.
"I didn't mean to interrupt your swim. Came to see the party for myself. Thought you'd still be sequestered away with your journals, hm?"
Things don't feel different between them, per se, but they don't feel the same, either. Quentin keeps his expression warm, a little playful all the same, pushing away from the pool wall and elegantly floating backwards, eyes still locked with Koby's. "Have you documented my treasonous behavior?"
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Quentin laughs when Koby splashes him back, letting both of his hands drop beneath the water and skirt up the other's sides, tickling his fingers along the leaner shape of him. If he didn't have questions about the bracelet around Koby's wrist, he might press him against the wall there and admire every taut line of him, but he doesn't. Instead, he tickles at his ribs, letting his hands slide up to splash him again with a cheeky little grin.
"I didn't mean to interrupt your swim. Came to see the party for myself. Thought you'd still be sequestered away with your journals, hm?"
Things don't feel different between them, per se, but they don't feel the same, either. Quentin keeps his expression warm, a little playful all the same, pushing away from the pool wall and elegantly floating backwards, eyes still locked with Koby's. "Have you documented my treasonous behavior?"