Andrew finds himself to be a complicated sort of beast at present. From the front he's a centaur, but where the horse body ought to terminate in hind legs it instead flows into a long, frilled fish tail. The baby bulge has shifted to his more animalistic undercarriage, but in this form it's hard to say how exactly his odd body would be shaped if he weren't pregnant...and anyway, it's too awkward for him to twist into a position where he can really look at that part of himself and obsess over it. He'll just have to hope that he looks like a perfectly normal man-horse-fish.

Chuckling to himself at that thought, he zips through the water with surprising ease, breaching the surface now and then only to duck back under when he doesn't see anyone about, long tail arching and sliding under the surface behind him. He can breathe as easily underwater as above, a boon he's not going to question. Should he spot someone on one of his brief bobs above the waterline he'll stop to say hello; it wouldn't be any fun if this turned out to be a solo dream.