[ Meantime, Alberto’s shaken himself dry, which Robyn might have caught the tail end of (no pun intended) as she surfaced and walked up from the shallows. He’s standing fully human on the shore now, contraposto with his hands on his hips, glancing around with that characteristic vague smirk on his face again, much more becoming as a human now, and eventually gazing at the slowly setting sun with narrowed eyes. Stop staring at the sun, Alberto, who does that… But he’s just glad to see it after that, uh, little hiccup they just escaped. When she speaks to him, he does at least turn to her, acting unfazed. ]
Yeah, hah— Hey, you weren’t half bad swimming, for your first time…!
[ A compliment from Alberto isn’t exactly rare, but somehow it’s always a bit nonchalant and offhand… ]
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Yeah, hah— Hey, you weren’t half bad swimming, for your first time…!
[ A compliment from Alberto isn’t exactly rare, but somehow it’s always a bit nonchalant and offhand… ]