<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>Maya, Michael, Masahiro, Amelie<br/><hr/><br/>Chris brushed the back of his head with an apologetic look when Michael shot a glare at him. Apparently Michael was still upset over the first bout in class but not upset enough that it stopped him at lunch. Still the words of warning were not lost on him and Chris wasn't as ignorant as what could possibly had been required to make sure he was not expelled. Either way it got a sympathetic pat on the back from Chris and nothing else. Still the mood of his buddy brightened with a touch of surprise when Amelie came up and after what happened at lunch time, it was not hard to understand why. Honestly Chris was a touch jealous about that one but said nothing. He did say something about the notion of food.<strong>"Oh boy, seems like you pulled out all the stops to try and get in the club."</strong>Of course cramping up in the pool after eating also sounded like risky business. But he was certain Michael had his own plans and knew better. Sure enough he found out giving a wave to Masahiro.<strong>"So this is how you get a fire type out for a dip in the pool."</strong>He said with a playful jab.<strong>"Don't blame you. Hard to say no to a free meal."</strong><br/><br/>Now that the pair of them were swimming about Chris had to use his legs and arms to pull himself through the water with each stroke. He was fresh and he was in shape. And the obvious advantage of being capable of flying wasn't lost on him but tat kind of felt like a cop out. Looking down in the water he noticed Michael wasn't having such notions. Though it looked like it was all Michael could do to keep up with him, those tentacles were kind of in bad form. So he couldn't help but have a small amount of enjoyment and used his ability to fly to sink down to him. Swimming alongside Michael he gave a wave, two thumbs up to show his opinion on such inventive swimming, and continued swimming like this using the breast stroke instead. This newfound underwater race had two ramifications as it gave a better view for all above the waters surface, and also played on both mens ability to hold their breath underwater. Would be really difficult, outright impossible to do twenty laps underwater for the both of them.<br/><br/>Eventually Chris wasn't going to chance it and flew back up to the surface before swimming normally after a few laps in. Part of him wanted to join the swim club for the very reason of being able to do some breath control exercises. Some stamina exercises would only help the dragon in the long run. Christopher was working with that notion. That Michael had plenty of stamina but with him worn down he wouldn't be able to keep his unique way of swimming up forever and he'd have to come up for air eventually. So Chris would stay on the surface and swim using that strategy trusting his muscles to have better stamina that Michael's ability to hold his breath. Win or lose Chris was having fun with his buddy and that was really all it came down to.