[As he treads water, Majima can't help but wince at Ros' decidedly less graceful landing, but he grins when she pops up again. It's hard not to, with the way her hair clings to her like matted seaweed. Even when running from dragons, she'd made herself look painfully dignified at all times.

He swims a bit closer to her, spitting some stray lagoon water from his mouth, trying to rid it of the brackish taste.]

You probably shoulda mentioned that before takin' the one story jump into strange water.

[But that's half the fun of risk, isn't it? He pushes back some loose strands of his own hair and watches her keep afloat, her skirt starting to billow up around her.]

Been awhile for me, too. Got good muscle memory, though. [A bit of sarcasm lilts his voice, but he still smiles.] Nothin's grabbed my feet yet, though, so I think we're in okay shape.