Not fit for cocoa

ISKRA

He follows the shape of her through the water, reaching for her a time or two, but always too slow, her body flashing away like a fish, slippery and quick. He isn't about to hand over the game though, so he tries to build patience, to draw her closer and make her drop her guard with the belief he won't extend his grasp again, resigned to his defeat. She either tires of the circling or can read him to well though, instead surfacing with her grin.

She certainly seems relaxed now, drifting along the remaining wake of her own motion. He's suspicious though, so he waits a bit, watching her float in and out of reach, too similar to the bait an anglerfish might wave around. "Oh I never said I was having a bad time," he grunts, choosing then to fling himself full force towards her torso, arms acting like a scoop as they dive under her. He intends to bring her up briefly on the bars of his limbs, body hoisted above the water as though he means to capture her for good, but it's all to give her distance to drop her back into the water with an impressive and disorienting splash. "I'm having a great time, just not the epitome of serenity."

Got me singing in the pouring rain
Got me wrapped around her finger
Well pardon my manners
Just something about you turns me to a savage