|RP|Beautiful Nights Summer Camp|RP| (open!)

[☠>military brat.]

Lydia grabbed his shoulder and pulled him to the surface, are you alright?

[Mr.Mustache]

He could here her but couldn't say, do, or see anything.
'Yes, thank you' he thought.

[☠>military brat.]

Lydia pulled him ashore and began checking his pulse and proceeded to do CPR, you should never challenge the master at a breath contest. She laughed and continued.

[Mr.Mustache]

He woke up and coughed up some water and a little seaweed as well. H-hey. He said quietly.

[☠>military brat.]

Hey. she stood up and put her hands on her hips, you pushed it to far. She smiled.

[Mr.Mustache]

"What's that mean?" He asked her.

[☠>military brat.]

You stayed under to long...to much stress on your lungs...i have been learning how to hold my breath since I could walk. She smiled mischievously.

[Mr.Mustache]

He laughed a little but went into a coughing fit clouding up a little bit of blood. "Ouch." He said after he finished coughing.

[☠>military brat.]

Are you sure your alright? She sighed and looked at him in a concerned way.

[Mr.Mustache]

"Yea I'm fine." he said getting up and wincing a little almost falling back to the ground.