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ringo gave him a puzzled look. "what are you doing?"

george looked up. "what does it look like i'm doing? i'm putting on boots."

ringo pouted. "i know that. but why are you putting on boots?"

"so..." ringo watched with wide eyes as george started to walk towards the water. "i could get to the water without getting hurt."

ringo swam around him carefully, not wanting to splash his knees. the water never touched his skin.

"that's so cool." ringo said, eyes round with wonder. "you can't really swim though."

george chuckled. "maybe next time."

ringo floated up, his back gliding on the water as if he weighed nothing.

"how are you doing that?" george asked, wading a bit further towards him. the water splashed around his boots as he did so.

ringo turned, the water splashing against his pale cheeks.

"what? floating?"

george nodded, shifting his footing a bit. he wished he could sit down.

"it's really easy." ringo said, waving his arms around to move. "the water keeps me up."

then, he dived down. george saw a flash of pale feet and he was under the surface.

"ringo?" he turned to see his figure dissapear. "ringo?"

george jumped when a pair of arms snaked around his feet.

"gah! fuck!"

"sorry." ringo giggled.

george huffed. "sorry my ass, ringo."

ringo grinned. "i'm sorry, george's butt."

he blushed. "you better be." george laughed. "let's go back to the shore. i'm cold."

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