Invisible Obstruction - tag Wren
Sept 23, 2013 1:28:57 GMT -5
Post by Wren O'Hara on Sept 23, 2013 1:28:57 GMT -5
“Huh?” said Wren eloquently, although he was still smiling his lazy half-smile. “Oh. Sorry… I seriously thought it was obvious.”
He hesitated for a moment.
“I always turn invisible in water,” he told her. “I mean, I can’t control it. If I could, my life would be a hell of a lot easier.” He huffed out a small sigh. Oh, well.
Wren tilted his head as she talked about diving. As he’d said, he’d only really tried the sport once or twice – it was apparently really hard to be judged on your dives if you were transparent. Now that he really thought about it, though, she was actually right. He’d certainly been friends with Yue long enough to know that a lot of sports that looked graceful were actually just power in perpetual motion instead of displays of brute force.
“It sounds pretty awesome,” he conceded. “It looks pretty awesome, too. I swim the distance events, and nobody likes to watch those,” he informed her. People loved to watch divers, and they tolerated short races like the 100m free, but almost no non-swimmer could sit still through an entire 1500m race.
He smirked as she bumped her knuckles into one of his beefy upper arms.
“I dunno,” he murmured, suddenly serious. He hadn’t really been paying attention to the nurse’s instructions, but now that he thought back on them, she had been pretty adamant. He definitely couldn’t afford to injure his shoulder by overworking the muscle. “She said I should give it a rest for a week or two. But I can probably still practice with a kickboard or something,” he reasoned out loud, pawing once more at the bruise instinctively.
They reached the doors to the locker rooms, which were opposite each other, and Wren looked over at Sawyer with a slightly awkward smile.
“So, uh, thanks for not hating my guts,” he said, laughing. “See you at practice?” he phrased the statement as a question, raising one hand in a simple wave.
He hesitated for a moment.
“I always turn invisible in water,” he told her. “I mean, I can’t control it. If I could, my life would be a hell of a lot easier.” He huffed out a small sigh. Oh, well.
Wren tilted his head as she talked about diving. As he’d said, he’d only really tried the sport once or twice – it was apparently really hard to be judged on your dives if you were transparent. Now that he really thought about it, though, she was actually right. He’d certainly been friends with Yue long enough to know that a lot of sports that looked graceful were actually just power in perpetual motion instead of displays of brute force.
“It sounds pretty awesome,” he conceded. “It looks pretty awesome, too. I swim the distance events, and nobody likes to watch those,” he informed her. People loved to watch divers, and they tolerated short races like the 100m free, but almost no non-swimmer could sit still through an entire 1500m race.
He smirked as she bumped her knuckles into one of his beefy upper arms.
“I dunno,” he murmured, suddenly serious. He hadn’t really been paying attention to the nurse’s instructions, but now that he thought back on them, she had been pretty adamant. He definitely couldn’t afford to injure his shoulder by overworking the muscle. “She said I should give it a rest for a week or two. But I can probably still practice with a kickboard or something,” he reasoned out loud, pawing once more at the bruise instinctively.
They reached the doors to the locker rooms, which were opposite each other, and Wren looked over at Sawyer with a slightly awkward smile.
“So, uh, thanks for not hating my guts,” he said, laughing. “See you at practice?” he phrased the statement as a question, raising one hand in a simple wave.
