[Yuri follows on through at the same instant, caring little about how cold the ocean is now. He’s taken dips in more questionable waters before. He’s too busy enjoying himself, emulating a more simple time in their lives when they weren’t so fall apart. Not that he would hold a grudge against Flynn, he had his own path to follow.

He’s focused only on that sandbar up ahead, not paying any attention to how well Flynn is doing. Although he had a hunch at what the outcome would be.

Its only a few minutes later that his hands and feet scrape against the sandy ocean floor as he hit land. Looking over to where Flynn was, he can see him already climbing out.]

Tch, beaten again. [He says in a playful tone, disappointed that Flynn won yet another competition between them. He had no one to blame but himself though, as Flynn was the one in better shape than he was (although he himself was no slouch). Yuri picks himself up off his feet, squeezing the water out from his long dark hair.]