glowing bath bombs

Grimshaw was peacefully minding his own business, scooting around the pool examining the crystals that lined the edges of the stones. He wondered if there were crystals underneath the water, down at the deepest parts of the pool. He'd never had tried to hold his breath long enough underwater to see anything, but was curious nonetheless. Until his peaceful soak was interrupted, however, by a certain someone launching into his warm pool.

Didn't he say he was fine by himself? Was he doomed to always be in the company of the same punk from next door for the rest of his life? Thankfully, he didn't have much time to think about how he really felt about that thought with Malachai landing in the middle of the pool. As the water rose up around the yearling from next door, Grimshaw sunk into the water up to his eyes as the water fell around him. Scowling at the boy, his eyes narrowed as they approached and asked what he was up to. Well, he was minding his own business, thank you!

Grimshaw sighed and rose up from the water only enough to speak. The warm water did feel good after all. Catching the boy's mismatched eyes on the crystal cluster between them, he studied them himself briefly. "Soaking." He said bluntly, silver eyes flashing from the crystal to the boy for a moment. "And wondering about the crystals. And if they're underwater." Grimshaw looked out into the middle of the pool then, curious.