Rainy Swim

"I agree."

Jennifer sneezed.

"Should we run with umbrealla up or down? Down would be faster, but we'd get more soaked than we are now. Down would be best, I think, because if it's up, I may trip. Ok? Ready? GO!!!"

She brought down the umbrealla and ran for all she was worth. She hoped Reginald wasn't going to just standing there.

Reginald gave a grunt of satisfaction, Jennifer's sneeze made him laugh under his breath a tiny bit. She had begun before he did, but Reginald pulled his feet out and chased after her soon after. Not too far behind her, he ran listening to the squelching his shoes made. The rain poured upon him, he could feel their size...

"Warmth and Dryness, here we come!" He called out in amusement and with a large smile

"Not if we freeze before we get there!"

Jennifer called back, proud to be in first place. Ow! Her hand had started to hurt, not ache. But she knew she couldn't stop. Run, run, run, run! She simled, for they were almost there. When she finally burst into the door, she was gasping for breath. She fell onto the floor ans sat there a moment before getting back and and grinning. She pushed a blond strand out of her face.

"Well, that was fun, wasn't it?"

Jennifer had beat him there, but it didn't matter. Reginald found out that he wasn't as fit as he thought he was. A laugh made its way out passed the panting, though he tried to catch his breath. "Much so" He replied. "Are you ok?"

Shirt was soaked, as the rest of his clothes. Reginald began to squeeze at them, getting small amounts of water out. He figured it would be easier to take his shirt off, but that wasn't the most polite thing to do...
He had to admit though, he was having fun...

"Yes... I'm fine... How are... you?"

Jennifer fought out trying hard to catch her breath and not lose it by laughing. She finally succeded.

"So..."

The little girl watched Reginald and started to doing to hre hair what he was doing to her clothes.

"Heh heh, if we keep this up, we'll be up to our ankles in water!"

She said, trying to make a joke, however bad it was.

"Fine..." Reginald said, with a short chuckle right after. Jennifer's joke had amused him. He could already feel the warmth steadily taking over his body. He thought of getting spare clothes from his dorm, as well as towels to dry themselves properly. But could he leave her like this...he didn't think so.

After getting a decent amount liquid out, Reginald started at his pants. Wiping them down with his hands, squeezing the fabric against his legs.

"Cha~ So much water..." He said, as the water from his pants leaked into his shoes...

Jennifer giggled ad pointed out the window next to the door.

"I think the lake is overflowing."

She said quietly. Luckily, she had a swimsuit on under her clothes. And like all swimsuits, it dries fast. But there was still the problem of her flip-flops and shirt and pants. She knew shirts dry slowly, and jeans ever slower. She wished she would have remembered a towel so she would not be standing here wet with little warmth.

"I'll be right back."

She said as she turned around and climbed the stairs on the far left. A few minutes later she came back with two towels. One, she threw to Reginald. With the other she started drying off her hair with.

Reginald looked out the window, when she pointed. A small laugh escaped him. He nodded, in reponse to her second quote. He caught the towel she had passed to him once she had come back. "Thank you, Jennifer" He said appreciatively.

He began to softly scramble the towel into his hair. This left his hair looking rather scruffy and a little damp, but dry enough... Afterwards he used the towel to wipe his shirt a little more drier. Reginald's shirt still stuck to his body, but he figured it'd dry up soon enough...

The young girl feverishly rubbed her head with the towel. Then, she put it on a shoulder while she rubbed her hand. This design thing was hurting more every day. She'd have to get it checked sooner or later.

"Oh! Uh, your welcome!"

Reginald noticed that Jennifer had been rubbing her hand. A patterned marking adorned it. "Is something wrong?" He asked, refering to her hand. A curious, but concerned look had been put on his face.