She's something to watch like this; Korra. She's as eager as he's ever seen anyone to throw herself into the water, like she barely notices that anything else is in the room. No lifeguard, no Naruto, no startled woman in her fifties sitting on her towel and drying her hair at the bench at the far end.
The way she looked in her swimsuit, the way she cuts through the water as neatly as a dolphin or something, her long, strong legs. He feels a little inadequate in comparison. Pasty and still very recently grown into his frame again, is a little intimidating.
Even the way he moves out to meet her seems a little unconfident, as he slips one foot, and then the other, onto the surface of the water, walking out to meet her still dry, riding the soft waves still rippling across the surface from her enthusiastic entry. Maybe his idea sucked, after all.
No. You're definitely here to have fun and to practice, he tells himself. You're not here to show off in the first place.
"Is it warm?" he asks, when her head breaks the surface. Even her hair seems graceful in the water, floating freely out of its usual three tails. He sighs.
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The way she looked in her swimsuit, the way she cuts through the water as neatly as a dolphin or something, her long, strong legs. He feels a little inadequate in comparison. Pasty and still very recently grown into his frame again, is a little intimidating.
Even the way he moves out to meet her seems a little unconfident, as he slips one foot, and then the other, onto the surface of the water, walking out to meet her still dry, riding the soft waves still rippling across the surface from her enthusiastic entry. Maybe his idea sucked, after all.
No. You're definitely here to have fun and to practice, he tells himself. You're not here to show off in the first place.
"Is it warm?" he asks, when her head breaks the surface. Even her hair seems graceful in the water, floating freely out of its usual three tails. He sighs.