swimming lessons (gfy)

Mercy couldn't help but enjoy days like this. Lazy days, spent watching the world go by from the silty banks of the Estuary. Sure, she wasn't the most keen on water either, but she's not the center of attention. Sprawled on the bank, watching the boys bicker amongst themselves, barely paying any mind to the rest of the world.

Bait and his string of cuss words, though, draws Mercy's attention. It seemed their eyes weren't the only ones on the smaller boy. "Bro those are crocs," a delicious grin slipping over her face, climbing to her feet in one fluid motion. Already bounding through the shallows toward the beasts, grabbing the snoot of the bastard that reaches for Tide. Sinking her teeth in viciously, though the beast has armored skin. This isn't the only crocodile out here, but hey, first shot best shot.

"speech"