[ Derek laughs a little, ducking his head for a second before pursing his lips together to play along. ]
Wow, what a dick, he sounds really obtuse. I'd ditch him, but I might be biased.
[ His eyebrows lift with the corners of his mouth in amusement at her comment about body temperature. ]
Ah, you'll be all right.
[ He's already folding his towel so that the least possible amount of surface area touching the sand is minimal before he sets it down. Derek doesn't have the issue with nerves that Claire might, she just happens to beat him to the punch anyway. By the time he's processed what she'd said, she's already got the dress off and bought herself a minimal head start, but that doesn't stop him from taking up the challenge, already peeled off his shirt, discarding it, and is working his zipper as he moves. He has one less undergarment to fight with and he can run a lot faster than most humans if he really wants to, but Derek contemplates letting her win, anyway, just maybe not by much.
He's in almost at the exact same time, pants and boxers off in one swift movement, the shirt a few feet further back having gone off before them. Derek maybe makes it waist deep before diving further in because if he doesn't dive in, it'll take him forever to get all the way in the water — it's not polar dive cold, but it's still freaking cold.
Derek comes up a few seconds later, shaking his head roughly to rid the excess water from his hair and then he's turning, looking around for Claire. ]
I think we might've tied, but I'll concede since that's the polite thing to do.
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Wow, what a dick, he sounds really obtuse. I'd ditch him, but I might be biased.
[ His eyebrows lift with the corners of his mouth in amusement at her comment about body temperature. ]
Ah, you'll be all right.
[ He's already folding his towel so that the least possible amount of surface area touching the sand is minimal before he sets it down. Derek doesn't have the issue with nerves that Claire might, she just happens to beat him to the punch anyway. By the time he's processed what she'd said, she's already got the dress off and bought herself a minimal head start, but that doesn't stop him from taking up the challenge, already peeled off his shirt, discarding it, and is working his zipper as he moves. He has one less undergarment to fight with and he can run a lot faster than most humans if he really wants to, but Derek contemplates letting her win, anyway, just maybe not by much.
He's in almost at the exact same time, pants and boxers off in one swift movement, the shirt a few feet further back having gone off before them. Derek maybe makes it waist deep before diving further in because if he doesn't dive in, it'll take him forever to get all the way in the water — it's not polar dive cold, but it's still freaking cold.
Derek comes up a few seconds later, shaking his head roughly to rid the excess water from his hair and then he's turning, looking around for Claire. ]
I think we might've tied, but I'll concede since that's the polite thing to do.
[ He gives her a cheeky grin at that. ]