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Iskra

"The dipping doesn't usually refer to running off with the clothes though!" A fair point, he thinks, even if his smile is bolstered by the eyeroll in her tone. Wholly unperturbed at the outcome of these events, despite the necessary rebellion to her theft (because losing is never a great option regardless of the cause), her out of her attire rather by mistake. Just grabbing hold and tugging on what he can, retaliatory as much as it is an attempt to keep hold of her, which does no good when the grip of her clothing just abandons her in an instant.

"Maybe we should trade," he jests, flinging her bottoms in a twirl around one raised finger, draping them against his chest with half a mind to put them on like a cap on his head, a nice way to free his arms as an added bonus.

She's off again though, and it's all he can do to hurriedly reach out of her. He clutches only the water moving around her kicks, her body already shooting for the destination. "Hey!" he shouts, flopping in the water for a moment before he turns into a practiced stroke and cuts towards the way she'd gone. He can't catch up with her, but he tail her, and that's about as far as his plan's gotten.

The moment she surfaces, he rapid-fires several palmed sheets of water her way. "Get back here!"

I can see the sunshine for the first time in a while
It's like I've been baptized by the warmth of your smile