Extra-Physical Therapy
by Cyberchao X
003: Swimming
CCX: See, I suck at the whole "drabble" thing. I'm too much of a slave to continuity.
Marona sized up Castile's attire. It was…more form-fitting than the last time, and perhaps a bit more revealing—she had to make a conscious effort to keep her hands away from her own flat chest, damn Castile looked good—but she was still wearing a long, flowing skirt. "Well, it's a start."
"Hey, it's not like I'm going to be doing much running around. Did you bring a swimsuit this time?"
Marona's eyes lit up. "Yeah, of course!"
Castile whispered in her ear, "A pity; I was hoping your offer to go skinny-dipping still held," turning Marona bright red. Castile giggled. "Just kidding! As great as your swimming idea is—and it definitely should be easier than regaining my strength on land—I do still get tired out easily, and as such, this trip will be chaperoned." She gave her mother a thumbs-up.
So. No romance, then. She'd have to keep her gushing completely platonic…seeing Castile in a swimsuit… Stay strong, Marona, she told herself. You've endured much tougher trials with a smile on your face.
…Oh shit that's a two-piece. "I see you've gotten over your body issues."
"Not in the least. I'd much rather cover up this belly flab."
"What belly flab? You look wonderful, Castile. Exactly how a girl our age should look. Not like my boyish figure…"
"I'd much rather have your tightly toned body than my squishy one. Well, except for the breasts. That's one bit of squishiness I can live with." Marona glared at Castile, who stuck her tongue out at her. Then they both giggled. Castile was keeping things together for the both of them, teasing Marona in a way that friends do. Marona was so happy…she'd have to make it up to Castile later.