Vincent
Vincent brought his hands up to shield his face from water as a flash of ink and tan skin flew past him into the water. He looked around before feeling himself be booged down by an extra weight over his shoulders from Memphis. "Glad you could make it." He joked, kicking a little harder to stay above the surface of the water.
Nimble fingers caught the edges of Vincent's shirt as he helped him remove it, albeit in an extremely intrusive manner.
Vincent flailed in surprise when he felt something brush at the edge of his shirt, nearly yelping. 'Leeches?' But that was instantly wiped from his mind when he felt the little circles evolve into hands, gripping his shirt.
"What the-- Memphis!" He complained when his shirt was off. He reached for the article of clothing, "I could've done it myself..."