<div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/fairytailfanon/images/2/2d/Archbishop_Guy.png/revision/latest?cb=20150709213829)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Christopher King (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280698.msg13801341#msg13801341)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 / Afternoon (3:00PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Swimming Pool<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Michael ;<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Maya, Masahiro, Amelie<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Ah don't worry about it."</strong>He told Amelie not to fret over the tile breaking.<strong>"Still a superpower school. Im sure they already thought of this somehow."</strong>King smiled as he climbed out afterwards. Christopher was probably eye candy to those of proper orientation. But for the rest, wearing that speedo probably was like pure nausea. He was at the moment feeling quite good about the looks given with Maya trying to keep her eyes off him. A touch flattering really when he gets visually devoured, even if one was trying very hard. Maya needed a moment to compose herself and took the moment to excuse to sunbathe. She made no comment upon who got in but it seems like, regardless Michael had the best way to grease the wheels.<strong>"You sure we can feast? I mean we are having a gathering later tonight after all. Okay, maybe this is the very gathering, seems like a fine surprise. Anyway, sounds delicious to-"</strong><br/><br/>He didn't finish his spoken thoughts. Suddenly he found the steel top taking cover behind the tall and fit Christopher in order to use him as a shield from Masahiro's flames.<strong>"Whats the matter?"</strong>His eyes looked behind him and then to Masahiro.<strong>"Oh, type advantage. Got it. Relax Amelie, he's a softie deep down. Not the type to do that."</strong>It might come off as insulting to another but Christopher was trying to keep tensions low. Theres no fun in any of this if she was going to be on pins and needles. So with that reassurance given, he stayed still so she could continue to hide behind him.<strong>"Hey Masa, how did Michael get you down here. Thought you hated swimming."</strong>He was cheerful in his tone and kept his smile friendly. Although if he knew the whole hot tub angle, this might not be a bad idea. Devilishly clever, Michael is.