It seemed like a shame to not be interested in gaming, not because Bobby wanted to waste hours of his time pretending to be a magic elf who shot fire out of his ass, but because Ravi was just so naïve and enthusiastic about the whole nerdtastic adventure that disappointing him was a little awkward. Oh well, not everyone could be into the whole gaming thing. Wasn’t it all just make-believe? Whether It was foam swords or behind a screen? Whatever, Bobby wasn’t an expert, it was just that it was all imaginary. And it wasn’t as if it was interesting imaginary, like… Halo or some other fun shooting game. It was all swords and sorcery and undersexed teens pretending to pull with buxom blue-skinned elves or whatever the hell it was they did in their basements.
" I’ll bear that in mind,” was his diplomatic answer, and he was pleased with his response. He used his computer for only a couple of things, none of which he thought would go over well with the paper manipulator. Needless to say, games would not be one of those things.
Ravi fretted some more about his damn bag and the inevitability that they would get pounced if they didn’t keep an eye on it at all times. Sheesh, what was this paper made of, gold spun from the Queen of England’s asshole? Nobody cared about a bag of paper. And nobody was going to pick a fight with a bunch of guys going for a swim. If they did they would answer to Bobby, no need for the Pagemaster to get himself involved. He’d probably get in the way anyway. "Ravi Ravi Ravi… you don’t need your bag. You don’t need to fight anyone. We’re going for a swim, we’re not breaking into some prison or something. And if anything did happen, I’d deal with it. Yeah? So calm your tits.” Bobby shrugged out of his clothes, shoes and socks and jeans and jacket and tshirt plopping atop his scarf so he was clad in just his underwear, which of course were fashionable icy blue boxer shorts. Hands on his hips, Bobby went on, "I don’t need a scarf to attract anyone.” He puffed his chest out a bit and made a very mature, pointed effort to not look at Ravi’s feet, because what on earth were those. Sea socks? What even? But again, the man seemed to be quite pleased with himself and if he was such a big pansy when it came to touching sand, well… apart from being in the completely wrong place for such an aspiration, he was doing a fair job of avoiding said sand. Ravi toddled off towards the water first and Bobby tried not to roll his eyes before he followed, though he did shake his head a little. And after a moment of deliberation he took his pile of clothes and dumped them atop the man’s bag, just to hide it. There was probably just paper and special socks in there but there was no need to risk someone stealing it.
"Oh no, I’m a rotten egg,” Bobby declared half heartedly as he was indeed second to the water, though he hadn’t actually put in the effort to make it feel competitive. He splashed his way in with no reservations, and it didn’t take him long at all to get to that point in the water where it went over your hips and was super chilly. The ice mutant didn’t mind this of course, all in all it felt rather nice, and once he was that far in it was easier to flop onto his back and float.
With the sun on his face and the cold water beneath him, Bobby was probably not going to be able to swim without looking extremely odd in the next coming months, which was a shame. He’d be restricted to the Mansion instead but it wasn’t really the same. Right then though he could, and with Ravi around he wouldn’t even look like the strangest person on the beach. "Feeling the chill yet?” he asked with an indolent smile. He let himself sink into the water to get himself completely wet before he resurfaced, though as he did the man realised something. "I didn’t bring a towel.” Drat. "Maybe Mr. Volleyball there has something he can rub me down with.” Ah well, he was committed to the sea now so he enjoyed it anyway, paddling in a more sensible manner and treading water that went to about his chest. He wasn’t particularly a water baby but he did enjoy a good swim from time to time mostly because large bodies of water tended to be cold, and called to some innate, primal instinct that Bobby figured was related to his mutation in some symbolic way.
As he was paddling in his own happy space, the volleyball landed not too far from him with a plop, and he looked from the ball to the person responsible for tossing it. It was the group of guys and gals from before of course, and Bobby grinned lasciviously as he waded over to the ball to pick it up.