[At this point, he's just infuriated. His face might be a little flushed out of embarrassment. No, that's not a sunburn. No really, it's not.
His tone is dry when he responds, and before he speaks, he glances up briefly at the sky as if seeking some sort of divine intervention. Oh wait, the divine intervention is right here and it's not quite the one he's looking for. If he weren't a stuffy gentleman he would've already let out a string of French curses.]
Yes, but I told you, I didn't need one. I can swim just fine.
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His tone is dry when he responds, and before he speaks, he glances up briefly at the sky as if seeking some sort of divine intervention. Oh wait, the divine intervention is right here and it's not quite the one he's looking for. If he weren't a stuffy gentleman he would've already let out a string of French curses.]
Yes, but I told you, I didn't need one. I can swim just fine.