The Good Ole Days

[Walford]

The day grew bright, the sun shining and the air as clear as crystal, was a day to be out Walford thought to himself . A day by the lake he though with his childhood mate Cesar. Like the good ole days that would play in lakes and splash around trying to catch fish. Walford stood there glaring at his reflection in the clear lake waiting for Cesar "Dam I'm good looking." he thought admiring himself. Waiting he thought maybe I could splash round and that he did.

Bum in the air head down he jumped forward into the lake head, first submerged he merged head straight up and brushed his mane back and fourth. 

[Cesar]

[attr="class","cessimp"]Time and time again they always find their way back to the water. Admittedly Cesar had been slacking as of recently, dozing most of the days away on the beach and simply enjoying their newfound home. It's about time he gets his butt into gear and actually do something, before he grows roots or mushrooms or something just as awful.

So a day's outing with Wally sounds perfect. Cesar doesn't think they've had a good old boys' day out since they were cubs - they'd been a little busy the past years pirating and trying to survive. Some quality time is overdue.

"What an ugly fish." Cesar laughs as he approaches the water's edge, tail flicking behind him in amusement. "Hope you're not planning on catchin' anything, mate."

Walford

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[Walford]

Drenched and emerged with his mane damp covering his face, his eyes poking through his what was wavy mane. Walford turn ever so slow to glance around at Cesar "Oh hey there Cesar, didn't see you there." in low pitch tone although barely able to see he guessed Cesar by his voice. Cesar made a flattering comment about him being a ugly fish "To catch a fish one must be a fish." he exclaimed striking a pose towards Cesar but eyes covered and vision blurry it was a tree he was eyeing.

"Cesar, have you gained weight from the shore till now? You seem more chunky." confused peering at the tree.

Cesar

[Cesar]

[attr="class","cessimp"]Wally's mane is plastered over his eyes as he turns to Cesar - or, well, in Cesar's general direction. He seems to be addressing a tree closer to the lake's edge than the lion himself. Cesar huffs a breath of amusement, watching his childhood friend pose oh-so-dramatically with bright eyes.

"How sagely," He chuffs, reach out to bat a paw at Wally's head. "I'm over here, barnacle-brain. You might have a better chance of being a fish if you could see where you're swimmin'."

Walford

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[Walford]

Walford felt the pat on the head from Cesar giving him the idea he wasn't in the direction he thought but instead a tree, "Ah Cesar there you are, thought you looked chunkier." shifting his damp mane away from his face. Shifted directly towards Cesar "Ah yes, the water sparkled my looks back I couldn't resist diving in." walking to the long grass that sat before the lake.

Walking back, his paws getting a tad stuck each time from dragging the mud, sloshing each step. His tail dragging along the bottom building up slush before stepping onto land. Just as he lifted his left paw it seemed briefly stuck, this won't end well.

Cesar