Re: [Capital University: Misha & Damian]
Misha, he let Damian agree, and then he made his real dramatic departure. A departure, he reckoned, that was real worthy of the stage, and he did take his time some returning. and, once he did, he slowed some as he walked to the edge of the pool, taking his time and watching Damian in the water. Course, the boy was just chin and head 'bove blue, but Misha thought he looked at peace some there, floating how he was. It was true that they normally swam without wearing a lick, and it was usually out in some body of fresh water, but this reminded Misha of summers some. He hadn't been allowed to go to pool parties any, but his foster grandma had taken him to the public pool a few times each summer, and Misha recalled peaceful days spent splashing and away from anything awful.
He tried, lately, not to think on them awful things any, and he was having more luck being successful. He reckoned could be he'd just forget if he waited long 'nough.
But, here, he sat on the edge of the pool, and he slid in without any kind of splashing. The water was just warm 'nough, and he leaned back to the wall 'fore moving any. Truth was, Misha didn't know a whole lot 'bout real swimming, not how Damian did.
He pushed away from the wall, and he ducked 'neath the surface just long 'nough to soak his hair and push it back from his face on surfacing. "The bat pants are going to be real tight on your little ass," he warned the other boy, and that was truth 'nough. Damian, he was small, but he wasn't slight as daisies. And, maybe it was 'gainst the rules of this here battle they were having, but Misha reached 'cross the lanes, and he tugged Damian close, if he could manage, with a few fingers in the waistband of them staid black swim trunks. "How do we reckon when to start?" he asked, watching water pearl on Damian's chin.