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[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is outside, in the lake, swimming.

His clothes are neatly folded on a log, but his weapons are hidden somewhere else.

He's swimming in long, easy strokes, his long blond hair floating around him like seaweed.

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[thanksrainman]

Gus has found himself an old football, and is idly kicking it around out on the grounds.

Any casual observer would plainly see that he's not very good at it. He's trying to dribble the ball between both feet, but fails quite spectacularly at the simple exercise. It doesn't take long for him to get frustrated to the point that he just hauls off and kicks it.

And, hey. He actually made contact with it this time.



And sends it straight toward the lake.




Whoops.

[scots_wolf]

It hits Urquhart on the bottom as he is swimming.

He dives away immediately to evade the attack, and when he slowly surfaces again, he realises that it was just a ball, which he catches hold of as he comes out of the water.

Then, he turns his head to see who has hit him on the bottom with a ball.

[thanksrainman]

The person who sent the ball his way doesn't seem to show much concern for Urquhart. Not unless laughing is his way of doing so.

"Sorry," he calls unconvincingly.

[scots_wolf]

"Hello Gus!" Urquhart calls.

He rises from the water with a big leap, like a dolphin, and throws the ball right back at Gus.

[thanksrainman]

Gus doesn't even try to catch it, instead letting the ball just bounce off his chest.

"Woah, buddy," he says, instead turning to look away. "Never heard of swim trunks?"

[scots_wolf]

"No!" Urquhart laughs, rising up again from the water after falling back in from his leap. "What are they? Anything wrong with me as I am?"

[thanksrainman]

Gus' face is quite red. And not from the sun.

"Exactly what it sounds like," he says. "You wear then when you swim. But if you wanna get sunburn on your prick, then that's all you."

[scots_wolf]

"My prick's nice and cool under water most of the time while I'm swimming," Urquhart points out, suspecting that Gus is just envious.

[thanksrainman]

Gus just laughs. "If you say so, buddy. That water's gotta be cold though."

[scots_wolf]

"It is," Urquhart says. "Hence, no sunburn!"

[thanksrainman]

Gus isn't entirely sure that it works that way, but he's not entirely sure that it doesn't either.

So, he takes it in a different direction.

"Careful that it's not too cold, then," he says. "Frostbite might take your foreskin right off if you're not careful."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart laughs out loudly.

"If it was icy, I wouldn't swim," he says. "Come on, come in as well. I won't laugh."

[thanksrainman]

"Uhh, er... uh, no. I'm good," Gus manages awkwardly. "Prefer to... keep my clothes on."

[yosafbridge]

Saffron catches sight of someone swimming outside, though it only takes a moment of closer looking for her to realize who it is.

Rather than jump in just yet, she finds a flat, smooth rock to stretch out on, closing her eyes and turning her face towards the sun.

She could use the color.

[scots_wolf]

When he looks back to the shore, Urquhart notices the spot of red on the flat rock, and dives, coming closer underwater.

[yosafbridge]

She hears the splash as he goes underneath, and opens one eye to glance out over the lake's surface.

It's still, for now. Too still.

She smirks to herself, closing her eyes again.

[scots_wolf]

He comes out of the water as close to the shore as he can swim, like a big sea-monster coming in to land. Then, he rises out right before her, showering her with little droplets, laughing.

[yosafbridge]

She lifts up a hand to try and shield herself; it's a futile gesture, and she winds up covered in water drops just the same.

"You're not wearing your swimsuit," she notes, though her tone is one of approval and not chastising as her eyes roam over him.

[scots_wolf]

"I don't have one," he says, sitting down beside her. "Do you mind?"

[yosafbridge]

"Does it look like I mind?"

She might steal a quick kiss from him while he's getting comfortable.

[scots_wolf]

He kisses her back.

Then he looks out at the lake, pulling her close.

But there's something in his eyes. As if he'd seen a ghost.

[yosafbridge]

She frowns, brow furrowing subtly, her cheek nudging against his chest as she glances up at his expression.

"What is it?"

[scots_wolf]

"There was a place like this, at home," Urquhart says. "By the shore of the lake. I sometimes went bathing there, with a girl or two..."

[yosafbridge]

"And you're reminded of that now?"

She turns from his face, gazing out across the lake.

[scots_wolf]

"Yes," Urquhart says. "They made the outside to look like Scotland, on purpose. Not to remind me, but because somebody missed it in the early days."