Christian didn’t say anything, but he did look towards Oisin. If he was comfortable with Chris looking then why shouldn’t he? It wasn’t as if he was being his pervy self. In fact, the only place he really looked was Oisin’s face. That was until he got into the water then he looked for that pink tail. It was all pretty interesting. He was still confused as to how the hell he could do that. Standing up on the rocks, he looked to him further out, and laughed when he teased him. “Fine. I hope you don’t mind the smell of wet dog.” He joked as he pulled off his clothes, and dived in after the boy.
Oisin laughed as he was joined in the water. He quickly swam toward where Christian was. He easily could see under water, disappearing down into it as he playfully tugged at the man’s foot before he ended up popping out of the water behind the man. “Hardly like wet dog, but you do smell awfully like salt water,” he teased, though he did move his tail to pop out of the water. “See?” He said, motioning to the pastel pink tail that was wiggling from the water. Oisin went closer with his tail so that Christian could get a better view of the tail before he moved it to splash at the other’s face. “Got you,” he teased.
