[Sanson tries to hold on more tightly when Robin attempts to tug him off, of course. That is, until Robin goes for his shorts.
OH FRICK.
He was not expecting that at all, so the moment his trunks go down (THANK GOODNESS THEY'RE UNDERWATER, HOPEFULLY NO ONE'S LOOKING TOO CLOSELY AT WHAT'S HAPPENING IN THE POOL RIGHT NOW), Sanson immediately relinquishes his grip on Robin. There's no question. He even yells out, his shout a gurgle accompanied by a stream of bubbles and hurriedly hitches his shorts back up. If Robin cares to see what happened, Sanson's face is even burning a fierce shade of red.
Yeah, he needs to breathe too, but he's not going to surface without any pants on!!!
He doesn't care about getting back at Robin. Once his dignity is back (ha), he's just going to swim up and maybe just race Robin back to the surface.]
AH, THAT IS WHAT WEEKENDS ARE FOR and I'm tagging this back first so Sanson can get his dignity bacK
OH FRICK.
He was not expecting that at all, so the moment his trunks go down (THANK GOODNESS THEY'RE UNDERWATER, HOPEFULLY NO ONE'S LOOKING TOO CLOSELY AT WHAT'S HAPPENING IN THE POOL RIGHT NOW), Sanson immediately relinquishes his grip on Robin. There's no question. He even yells out, his shout a gurgle accompanied by a stream of bubbles and hurriedly hitches his shorts back up. If Robin cares to see what happened, Sanson's face is even burning a fierce shade of red.
Yeah, he needs to breathe too, but he's not going to surface without any pants on!!!
He doesn't care about getting back at Robin. Once his dignity is back (ha), he's just going to swim up and maybe just race Robin back to the surface.]