April was also his age, and he was crushing on her, hard. Clara was older. April also wears tights with her shorts.

Ok, safe enough. Deep breath Casey, and this is not so bad. Besides, that water is going to feel SO good considering the bruises he's found besides the one on his cheek. There's a lovely one on his right shoulder blade from the wolf slamming him into the bookcase after all.

Quick strides, then just jumping right in after placing the bat on the side of the pool. Padlock of doom is looped around one of the towel-sections of his make-shift toga. Don't mind the relieved groan he lets out as hot water soaks into aches.

"Alright, the hot water makes up for the awkwardness." Conceding. Eyes-closed, barely with his head above the water. Worth it.