[Tim got his legs underneath him and managed to avoid smacking his own boyfriend in the face while he did so. So that was good, but he also was soaked, his hair plastered down onto his head when he ran his hand back through it, to get it out of his face.]

Yeah, uh, I’m okay? I, I guess I just don’t float too well?

[Too much beef on this beef man, not enough fat. Which was great for Majima when he wanted to get his hands on some boeuf, but bad for buoyancy.]

Maybe we should skip that lesson. Move on to, uh, the next thing oh god something touched my leg.

[It was slimy and all the fur on Tim’s ears stood up the second he felt it slide past his leg. If he’d been less twinkish and had more fur above the waistline, that probably would’ve been on end, too.]