Before he knows what's happening, she has him surrounded by a ring of water, drawing it in, and something flips in his expression, growing a little feral as he studies it, and Korra, for an opening, lips parting in a smile stronger than any he's worn in weeks, right on cue.
"Don't tease," he says, backpedaling a little, wondering if he can jump faster than she can lasso him with it.
"Just because I don't like being soaking wet for hours doesn't mean I'm a baby. I'm not a tadpole anymore," he tells her, determinedly, though she has no way of knowing all that it means. "So I say freestyle, every time. Rules are for people interested in following them."
He punctuates the decision with a leap, using the elasticity of the pool's surface tension to slingshot the jump faster than it ought to be.
The lifeguard picks his whistle up again, blowing long and loud, but doing more watching then shaking his head.
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"Don't tease," he says, backpedaling a little, wondering if he can jump faster than she can lasso him with it.
"Just because I don't like being soaking wet for hours doesn't mean I'm a baby. I'm not a tadpole anymore," he tells her, determinedly, though she has no way of knowing all that it means. "So I say freestyle, every time. Rules are for people interested in following them."
He punctuates the decision with a leap, using the elasticity of the pool's surface tension to slingshot the jump faster than it ought to be.
The lifeguard picks his whistle up again, blowing long and loud, but doing more watching then shaking his head.