Whitefish River cupid's demanding back his arrow

Of course had El been paying any sort of attention beyond thinking of his next meal, he might have realised what the silver male was actually implying. Instead he was struck for a moment trying to work out what having a big head had to do with swimming, and perhaps more importantly, why he was being counted toward.

It didn't take too many seconds to figure out what was about to go down, of course if he was going to be thrown into the river he'd try and take the silver male with him. He had no real issue with the water, despite his claims of not being able to swim, he just didn't really want to get wet.

Despite being in no real danger a look of shock and no small amount of fear would replace the previous smiles and grins. "H-hey now." Awkwardly trying to reverse along the riverbank. "Let's not do anything too drastic." Of course he was starting to worry that maybe this male just wanted to test how long he could hold the white boy under water until the bubbles stop.