Doesn't matter to me much either way. Your style is your style.
[And as he considers pondering how he wants to make entrance into this chlorinated pond, he adjacently thinks about the way Kaldur speaks and wonder if him and Yusuke would get along.
Which changes pace pretty rapidly as he starts to take his clothes off. Here Ryuji is, a scrawny Japanese ex-track team member, all of 17, completely dimmed in comparison to someone that muscular. He'd been working out for nearly a year and hadn't seen much progress. It's not jealousy on his behalf, but admiration. Guys who could get that sort of structure typically took really good care of their bodies.
His hands are webbed. And his feet. Holy shit?
Kaldur shouldn't meet Yusuke. He'd ask to paint him. In the end, he winds up not just canonballing straight in, but rather, taking a seat at the edge of the pool and letting his legs dangle freely in the water.]
Ever try out for a swimming team or you think that'd be illegal?
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[And as he considers pondering how he wants to make entrance into this chlorinated pond, he adjacently thinks about the way Kaldur speaks and wonder if him and Yusuke would get along.
Which changes pace pretty rapidly as he starts to take his clothes off. Here Ryuji is, a scrawny Japanese ex-track team member, all of 17, completely dimmed in comparison to someone that muscular. He'd been working out for nearly a year and hadn't seen much progress. It's not jealousy on his behalf, but admiration. Guys who could get that sort of structure typically took really good care of their bodies.
His hands are webbed. And his feet. Holy shit?
Kaldur shouldn't meet Yusuke. He'd ask to paint him. In the end, he winds up not just canonballing straight in, but rather, taking a seat at the edge of the pool and letting his legs dangle freely in the water.]
Ever try out for a swimming team or you think that'd be illegal?