[ It's incredible Oz has sentiently existed for well over a hundred years. You'd think Vessalius wouldn't survive natural selection, but cockroaches can continue living well beyond the ordinary demise of decapitation relatively intact, so maybe it's just normal to expect that he wouldn't be trumped by something so inane as common sense.
He's raking one hand over his head in exasperation, which is already drying into that perpetual cowlick he boasts 24/7 while staring, rather inscrutably at that, at Vessalius's banana hair. This dweeb really is Something Else. And Elliot could just fake-trip and sprain his ankle, call over the paramedics and rid himself from this disaster. All signs point to calamity in the swimming pool. But for some reason his mouth is working against him, talking like it doesn't actively acknowledge the autonomy of his brain when it comes to making decisions, which is honestly nothing new. ]
Fine, four long-distance laps in the largest pool. Whatever stroke you want is fine. Since you suggested it, we'll go with freestyle. Remember to stretch first. I don't want you cramping up and injuring yourself mid-race.
[ And since Oz's attention is absolutely riveted on his gross, grimy sandals, maybe he'll notice the velocity they're traveling as Elliot kicks one smack-dab into rabbit boy's face.
Who left this loser in the proximity of small children and the elderly. Who left this loser in the proximity of civilization at large, really. ]
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He's raking one hand over his head in exasperation, which is already drying into that perpetual cowlick he boasts 24/7 while staring, rather inscrutably at that, at Vessalius's banana hair. This dweeb really is Something Else. And Elliot could just fake-trip and sprain his ankle, call over the paramedics and rid himself from this disaster. All signs point to calamity in the swimming pool. But for some reason his mouth is working against him, talking like it doesn't actively acknowledge the autonomy of his brain when it comes to making decisions, which is honestly nothing new. ]
Fine, four long-distance laps in the largest pool. Whatever stroke you want is fine. Since you suggested it, we'll go with freestyle. Remember to stretch first. I don't want you cramping up and injuring yourself mid-race.
[ And since Oz's attention is absolutely riveted on his gross, grimy sandals, maybe he'll notice the velocity they're traveling as Elliot kicks one smack-dab into rabbit boy's face.
Who left this loser in the proximity of small children and the elderly. Who left this loser in the proximity of civilization at large, really. ]