Movin ovah hurrrrr
Okay. Luke just brought it to a level Mao couldn't lower himself to go along with. Satisfying? He rolled his eyes and made a gagging gesture. "Oh my God, shutup." He couldn't tell if Luke was trying to hint at things he could have, or rub in that he never would.
"Calm down. Of course I'm not gonna pretend to drown, how'd you ever believe it? I'm Michael Phelps." He could swim circles around Luke, no problem. He wasn't so desperate as to try fake drowning anyway. That was just pathetic. "Besides. I'd just boil up like a lobster if you jumped in here, all that hotness, it'd be suicide to make you try." He stuck out his tongue. "Why, I should be thankful you're keeping your shirt on, or else I'd have third degree burns already!" Mao began to laugh at the pure ridiculousness of the conversation, giving it up to swim down the beach a ways, then back. He needed a bit of exercise to get rid of his restlessness.
He stopped for a while by some rocks, then came hurrying back, obviously trying to hide something from Luke beneath the water. "Hey! Come here a second!" The look on his face was pure imp.