[DON'T LOOK AT HIS SCHEDULE LIKE THAT, god!! So what if he wants to come early to play in the pool... Sane kids would! Anyone but Elliot would!!
Except before he can get out a counter-protest regarding his arrival and how very little tomfoolery there actually is going on right now, he suddenly finds himself not very level with the poolside at all. Oh, yep - there goes the wall, the now-sideways list of pool rules declaring in big bold letters to nOT HORSE AROUND UNLESS YOU WANT TO DROWN, and then he's smackdown in the water. Smart enough to close his eyes and mouth, at least, so there's no gross rush of chlorine.
He sure wasn't kidding about being able to move around easier with less clothing, fortunately, so he resurfaces pretty quickly after regaining his bearings. It's a hard thing to do underwater, but he perseveres...
And, spluttering, after breaking the surface:]
AUGH!! What— Why?! You've really turned into a ruffian, Elliot—!! You're going to join a street gang before you know it! Go sign up and get your street gang beanie!
[what is he even talking about
More importantly, obviously this sort of horsing around is okay when the stranger does it BUT NOT WHEN ELLIOT DOES IT, oh no. Double standards as far as the eye can see... His shirt has also ballooned up stupidly from the water and he probably looks like he's stuffed a water wingie under there, but he's far too indignant about being pulled in to care.]
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Except before he can get out a counter-protest regarding his arrival and how very little tomfoolery there actually is going on right now, he suddenly finds himself not very level with the poolside at all. Oh, yep - there goes the wall, the now-sideways list of pool rules declaring in big bold letters to nOT HORSE AROUND UNLESS YOU WANT TO DROWN, and then he's smackdown in the water. Smart enough to close his eyes and mouth, at least, so there's no gross rush of chlorine.
He sure wasn't kidding about being able to move around easier with less clothing, fortunately, so he resurfaces pretty quickly after regaining his bearings. It's a hard thing to do underwater, but he perseveres...
And, spluttering, after breaking the surface:]
AUGH!! What— Why?! You've really turned into a ruffian, Elliot—!! You're going to join a street gang before you know it! Go sign up and get your street gang beanie!
[what is he even talking about
More importantly, obviously this sort of horsing around is okay when the stranger does it BUT NOT WHEN ELLIOT DOES IT, oh no. Double standards as far as the eye can see... His shirt has also ballooned up stupidly from the water and he probably looks like he's stuffed a water wingie under there, but he's far too indignant about being pulled in to care.]