That’s… Actually, he’s not sure if that’s not possible for humans as he knows them. No, it can’t be, not with all of the physical activity as well. Surely. His eyebrows go up and he’s about to ask if that’s a normal time to be able to hold your breath for, but the young man’s already excitedly beckoning him over to some abandoned balls and taking one of them.
“OK, moving back...” It occurs to him that the people swimming there might need a warning. Maybe. No, it’s probably fine, right? This is an athlete, he knows how not to endanger anybody. Right.
Sort of right, but mostly by luck. Connor follows the ball with his whole head, not just his eyes, as the guy punches it high into the air, dives and twists rapidly so that he can sort of scissor kick the ball with one leg protruding from the water - the ball hits the far wall hard, ricochets, and Connor's so focused on what exactly was happening that he doesn't look for a moment at the projected destination of the--
"Oh, shit--" But luckily, other people are much faster than he just was, so all Connor has to do is flail a little in place in the water and then just gape from where the ball has returned to the surface to bob innocently, to the blonde kid, who looks so comically guilty there that Connor laughs in sudden surprise, then again softly in genuine pleasure as his companion breaks the surface again proper.
"That's not what I expected to see," he says, the understatement of the day. "And you do all of that underwater?"
He sounds so very intrigued about this. Connor's gotten greedy for new experiences; everything he wasn't allowed to have, wasn't programmed to have back home in Detroit, he grabs for every time he gets the chance here in Dualis, even if it's not really the ideal setting for it. It's the only setting he has, after all.
and the award for slowest tagger goes to......
“OK, moving back...” It occurs to him that the people swimming there might need a warning. Maybe. No, it’s probably fine, right? This is an athlete, he knows how not to endanger anybody. Right.
Sort of right, but mostly by luck. Connor follows the ball with his whole head, not just his eyes, as the guy punches it high into the air, dives and twists rapidly so that he can sort of scissor kick the ball with one leg protruding from the water - the ball hits the far wall hard, ricochets, and Connor's so focused on what exactly was happening that he doesn't look for a moment at the projected destination of the--
"Oh, shit--" But luckily, other people are much faster than he just was, so all Connor has to do is flail a little in place in the water and then just gape from where the ball has returned to the surface to bob innocently, to the blonde kid, who looks so comically guilty there that Connor laughs in sudden surprise, then again softly in genuine pleasure as his companion breaks the surface again proper.
"That's not what I expected to see," he says, the understatement of the day. "And you do all of that underwater?"
He sounds so very intrigued about this. Connor's gotten greedy for new experiences; everything he wasn't allowed to have, wasn't programmed to have back home in Detroit, he grabs for every time he gets the chance here in Dualis, even if it's not really the ideal setting for it. It's the only setting he has, after all.