He laughs freely at the sudden tirade of words, light enough not to worry, but still a strike aimed to land. "Yes," is all he says back in gleeful response, grin shaped wicked with the promise of her playful ire rising further. As for what science is? He'll have to take her word, he hasn't the faintest. He does know learning new things is prone to changing old thoughts, and sometimes what you thought you understood, well you realize more and more you don't understand shit.
He ducks his head to the side at her return fire, peering back as the water settles, a steady trail dripping from his nose, lashes, and hair. This array of words hits a bit deeper, and features drawing into something still happy, but thoughtful now too as he considers. Haven't figured out who you are yet—yeah, that one rings true in a way he doesn't want to admit. As does most the rest of it. Consider him humbled.
His hands are still waving underwater, and each of them has pushed in closer with the conversation, bobbing in the heated pool like oversized fishing gear. So he doesn't realize as he lifts one of his hands to fire something back with extra emphasis, just how close they are. The back of it grazes her left tit from bottom to top, the tiniest of flap jacks. Enough to register and horrify him.
His mouth, already open to argue, just stays there as a blush creeps in sudden and violent. "S-sorry!"
He ducks his head to the side at her return fire, peering back as the water settles, a steady trail dripping from his nose, lashes, and hair. This array of words hits a bit deeper, and features drawing into something still happy, but thoughtful now too as he considers. Haven't figured out who you are yet—yeah, that one rings true in a way he doesn't want to admit. As does most the rest of it. Consider him humbled.
His hands are still waving underwater, and each of them has pushed in closer with the conversation, bobbing in the heated pool like oversized fishing gear. So he doesn't realize as he lifts one of his hands to fire something back with extra emphasis, just how close they are. The back of it grazes her left tit from bottom to top, the tiniest of flap jacks. Enough to register and horrify him.
His mouth, already open to argue, just stays there as a blush creeps in sudden and violent. "S-sorry!"
Iskra
