[Well while Elliot is busy dying of embarrassment over yonder (prepare for anything including surprise swim matches next time, friend), Oz will just be having a grand old time puttering around in the shallow end. Swimming is fun, okay! He's never really done a lot of it until arriving in Cerealia, but even after the newness wore off, it remained enjoyable.
But here's the problem, which will become obvious as soon as Elliot scoots his rattyass way back out of the changing rooms. Oz knows how to swim in the same way that dogs know how to swim: instinctively, but without actually knowing what the shit they're doing. Long-distance swimming? Short lengths? What are strokes, even?? He's heard the terms in passing in the lifeguard course, but they do sort of automatically assume that all lifeguards already know how to swim upon application. He had picked up the basics on his own, and listens sometimes to the swimming instructors, but outside of that? Nope. He sure wouldn't be able to tell a side stroke from a front crawl.
He stirs the water in little circles while he contemplates what Elliot asks, and then:]
Long-distance! [If it turns out to be a lie, it sure will be an accidental one.] We can just do some laps, right? Or a freestyle race?
[That's a term he knows, at least! One lonely term...
He also pauses after that to look at Elliot's sad sandals, just because.]
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But here's the problem, which will become obvious as soon as Elliot scoots his rattyass way back out of the changing rooms. Oz knows how to swim in the same way that dogs know how to swim: instinctively, but without actually knowing what the shit they're doing. Long-distance swimming? Short lengths? What are strokes, even?? He's heard the terms in passing in the lifeguard course, but they do sort of automatically assume that all lifeguards already know how to swim upon application. He had picked up the basics on his own, and listens sometimes to the swimming instructors, but outside of that? Nope. He sure wouldn't be able to tell a side stroke from a front crawl.
He stirs the water in little circles while he contemplates what Elliot asks, and then:]
Long-distance! [If it turns out to be a lie, it sure will be an accidental one.] We can just do some laps, right? Or a freestyle race?
[That's a term he knows, at least! One lonely term...
He also pauses after that to look at Elliot's sad sandals, just because.]