lesson after lesson

He bit down on the inside of his cheek  as he stiffled far more uproarous laughter at the gesture between them. Okay big guy, we're all waiting. He crossed his arms over his chest and shfited his weight as if to communicate he might be impatient for Chip to act in that moment. Luckily based on their rapport, there was little chance of being taken seriously. A refreshing change to know someone so well you could be yourself without repercussion. And it was of course at that moment that Inala chose to approach their conversation, as if she were summoned. 

Cara's smile was wistful as she approached, To carry us all on your shoulders, yes. His smile turned almost wicked as she formed against him and his arm snaked with hers in a twined embrace ignoring the his own clothes soaked up the salt water slipping off of her. Up for it? He wagged his eyebrows conspiratorially as one hand pulled her firmly against his side, his arm a drappd around her shoulder, nose nudging some water plastered hair from her cheek to nuzzle before he motioned to Chip before them. 

The guilt had abatted a long time ago. Now all that left was a sort of understanding and.....something else he couldn't put his finger on. Not yet at least. Because I think Chip would rather ask you about your swim than prove himself to us. There was of course nothing Chip would ever need to prove to him. His smile was less wicked and more jovial as he eyed his friend with a sort of friendly challenge. Was he begging to be tossed in the surf? Who's to say he wasn't?