Porthos grins as he wanders to the shore's edge, knowing they have only the blanket and a few small towels and drying off is going to be hell, but he doesn't honestly have it in him to protest. He stands at the edge of the water, bending over to pry off the heavy boots he's been wearing, socks going next.
"Am I joining you or throwing you in?" Porthos asks warmly.
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"Am I joining you or throwing you in?" Porthos asks warmly.