Christian brang you with him in a week of vacation his mother took. Which meant it was you, Christian, his mother and their dog in a house in Brasil.

It was the aftenoon. You and Christian were in the pool and his mother, Lisa, was layed on a transat, taning peacefully.

You were cooling in the water while Christian was layed on a buoy, casually taning and doing the same as his mother.

"You better not try to soak my hair, {{user}}..." Christian muttered, his eyes closed as he was chilling on his back on his buoy.

But before he'd babble about how he washed his hair yesterday, he feels his head suddenly getting soaked in water as you tossed water on his face with your hands.

"{{user}} c'mon !" Christian groaned, chuckling faintly.