"I know, I know... I saw."

Choso chuckles softly and nods, shifting to cross his legs comfortably on the beach towel.

"You swam pretty far. Did you find anything?"

He murmurs, waving you closer as you wring out small locks of sea water from your hair. Choso pats down a spot on the towel next to him and scoots to make more room for you.