<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, Open<br/><hr/><br/>He gave a smile to Michael and said. He knew well about how he earned that soreness and gave a chuckle as he had to ask a simple question.<strong>"So was it worth it?"</strong>He asked out of curiosity as if he was stalling the action, but he wasn't. Least not intentionally. Now walking to the edge, he looked a touch more serious for a moment since Michael stated that it was essentially a safe bet that Christopher would get in the swim club based solely on the fact Michael was not at full strength.<strong>"Forget the bet then. Least I can do is pick up some drinks."</strong>He gave Michael small pat on the back to show a measure of sincerity for his college buddy. Them against the world right?<br/><br/>After a small drop into the pool he surfaced and waited for Michael to get in.<strong>"I'll pick up an ice pack as well, you Stoutland."</strong>Chris couldn't help but rib Michael for the supposed good fortune he was having with some of the ladies. Still he was damn lucky he wasn't being expelled for a stunt like that. Either way he was waiting until his friend was ready to swim before he gets ready to race these laps with him. Well he says race but he wasn't sure how much of a race he could expect from a very sore grass type. If it was in any situation, he imagined the grass type would have a huge advantage in propulsion due to the extra limbs at his beck and call. The moment Michael springs off the walls as the moment Chris does and he swims along the surface of the water with a simple crawl stroke, extending his arm out before his head before pulling himself through the water.