[Wriothesley doesn't need words to have a conversation. After all, he was a being who grew up in the ring to some extent. Fists spoke for him and actions screamed, taking place of words that couldn't be uttered. He had learned to speak with his actions than to deceive with words because words had only been used like a weapon to hurt him.
And so, he can enjoy the swim with Kokomi. They swim in tandem and he can read the joy in her face and the way she moves about. It's refreshing for him, not having anyone else who seemed to find as much fondness in swimming as he does.
His mouth quirks in a grin before kicking up to finally surface with her, the feeling of air filling his lungs instead of water makes him breathe like he was taking fresh air for the first time in his life.]
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And so, he can enjoy the swim with Kokomi. They swim in tandem and he can read the joy in her face and the way she moves about. It's refreshing for him, not having anyone else who seemed to find as much fondness in swimming as he does.
His mouth quirks in a grin before kicking up to finally surface with her, the feeling of air filling his lungs instead of water makes him breathe like he was taking fresh air for the first time in his life.]