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Tousaint recoiled as his brother shuddered against him, as though revolted by the sensation of being leaned upon. Thibault could go and swim for all Tousaint cared. He was a big kid but likely quite buoyant despite his weight, and Tousaint considered himself to be much more finespun and delicate. The salt water would surely make his cinnamon fur curl. 

He shuffled sideways, grateful when Val reached for a Thibault first to push his forward and away from his side. He could see that refusal would likely not work, though. Thibault risked being picked up and dropped in the water if he chose to be that stubborn. 

With a roll of his eyes, Tousaint stood and strode daintily toward the water. Casting his mother a sidelong glance, and a surly side-eye to his gloating aunt, he dipped one foot in to see if that would be satisfactory.