splashu free...
Saeryun's not entirely clear on why the other immediately suggests they go swimming at the local gym when he suggests the two hang out, but he doesn't deny him. The boy doesn't dislike swimming in particular--and is fairly good at it himself, he supposed. His mother had taught him the essentials, that is, she payed others to teach him (most skills had come by the various teachers his mother had employed) so he’d gotten it down at an early age.
Perhaps Seiji was feeling momentarily ambitious, or something, neither of them were particularly athletic so the suggestion wasn’t one to be expected. They meet a bit past noon with their normal greetings, entering the gymnasium doors -- passing through jocks and elderly men with rather terrifying builds. The two boys with thin arms and flimsy bodies walk down the halls standing out especially, both with bags of swim trunks and other necessities in hand.
They both find their way to the changerooms, putting on their trunks respectively. His eyes hover over the others choice of swimwear, a bright red (unsurprising, he supposed) with a pattern he couldn't entirely distinguish (was it that anime stuff again.....?). However, Seiji standing tall with that usual bright smile the blue haired friend himself couldn't help but return that teethy-white smile with one of his own, throwing in a small thumbs up as well.
Making their way to the pool, Saeryun leads the way to the larger of the two, ready to dive in. He spots Seiji's hesitation on a chance.
"Ah," He realizes point blank, stopping in his tracks. How hadn't he known before? "Seiji, do you not know how to swm?"
souzouou
