[Into the sea they go! And out of the sea they go! As soon as they're both on the deck again, she's grabbing onto his arms for traction with a breathless laugh.]
[HERE'S THIS SOAKING WET ASSHOLE JUST LOSING HIS SHIT. He's clutching Beck's arms in turn and is practically doubled over, god.]
Hahaha, we certainly are, aren't we! [Though he'll cast a glance over toward their cozy tent...] Guess we'll have to wait a bit before we lie down on our nice, clean blankets again.
[Apparently he's not all that bothered by being soaking wet, considering there isn't much hesitation before he's setting his glass down on the counter and holding a hand out to her.]
You keep having good ideas! Though it's been a long time since I've danced with anyone - I might not be able to keep up!
[He'll start first, leading them both in an aimless little circle in silence for a few beats as he searches his mind for a song.
Eventually, he settles on this! Which apparently is only as old as the 1600-1700s but i'm bending fkcin time and space i do what i want this is fantasy china. He also has an actual singing sample, wild.]
[He's just the right amount taller than her for her to carefully settle her head onto his shoulder, smiling faintly as she listens to him sing. She gives his hand a little squeeze as they sway aimlessly, peacefully.]
[He laughs a little at the question, still swaying gently in time to the nonexistent beat that he'd set while singing.]
Mm, it's a folk song. You can hear just about anyone singing it all across the country! It's about picking a jasmine flower for a loved one - cute, right?
[She nods a little bit, intertwining her fingers with his as she does.]
It's pretty. We have music at home, obviously, but folk songs like those aren't as popular anymore.
[It's strange. They're here in the night air, soaking wet. She should be freezing, but there's a kind of warmth she can't place while she's with him like this.]
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[She reaches for his hand, moving over in that direction.]
On the count of three?
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On three! One... two... three—!!
[TIME TO YEET INTO THE SEA and be yote back out by the sea, which is probably just there like why are you all LIKE THIS.]
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Oh my god, we're soaked.
[Of course, that isn't such a surprise.]
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Hahaha, we certainly are, aren't we! [Though he'll cast a glance over toward their cozy tent...] Guess we'll have to wait a bit before we lie down on our nice, clean blankets again.
[THEY DIDN'T THINK THIS THROUGH.]
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You know what this calls for? A drink.
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[He shifts to hold one of her hands instead of clutching her arms for dear life and immediately starts to trot on over to the pool bar. CONVENIENT.]
What this time? We can toast to the stars, so it has to be something good!
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If we're toasting to the stars... It has to be champagne, right?
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[He only lets go of her hand once he gets to the bar so he can go rummaging around for CHAMPAGNE.]
What's the best kind, anyway? There are so many bottles of it in the casino but they all taste the same to me.
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[She looks up at the sky, smiling softly.]
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After pouring two glasses, he slides one over across the counter and then slips around the side of the bar to come join her.]
A toast, then! To the stars, for being so reliably wonderful even in the middle of nowhere!
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And to you, for setting all of this up.
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[CLINK he actually sips instead of tanking the whole fuckin drink in one go this time, too.]
—Not bad!
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I’m not humoring you. You’re my friend.
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Hah... A toast for my good luck, in that case - I'm changing it belatedly!
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[She sets her drink down on the bar. The both of them are still dripping wet, but as she looks up at the stars...]
Hey, do you want to dance?
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You keep having good ideas! Though it's been a long time since I've danced with anyone - I might not be able to keep up!
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That's okay. We can do something slow.
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[He lifts one foot up and shakes his leg a bit, also shedding water...
But OUT ONTO A MORE OPEN PART HE GOES, pushing a few tables aside along the way to clear out a bigger space.]
Too bad I can't play the flute and dance at the same time, hm?
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It’d be nice if we had music, yeah. If I try to sing, bad things will happen. What about you?
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Mm, well - I could give it a try! Don't know many songs with lyrics, but I'm sure something will come to mind.
[THAT'S NOT HOW MEMORY WORKS but sure. He'll reach for her hands!]
Shall we?
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I’m curious about what kind of music your world has, honestly.
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[He'll start first, leading them both in an aimless little circle in silence for a few beats as he searches his mind for a song.
Eventually, he settles on this! Which apparently is only as old as the 1600-1700s but i'm bending fkcin time and space i do what i want this is fantasy china. He also has an actual singing sample, wild.]
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...It's pretty. Where did you learn it?
I ABSOLUTELY HATE THIS AND YOU
Mm, it's a folk song. You can hear just about anyone singing it all across the country! It's about picking a jasmine flower for a loved one - cute, right?
[SAPPY AND CUTE.]
sparkles gently in your direction
It's pretty. We have music at home, obviously, but folk songs like those aren't as popular anymore.
[It's strange. They're here in the night air, soaking wet. She should be freezing, but there's a kind of warmth she can't place while she's with him like this.]
NEXT MG YOU BETTER NOT GRIPE WHEN I DIE FIRST
joke's on you i'm making sure i die w1 from now on
you fool you can do that all u want ill be the w0 tut kill every game
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cw for drug abuse, addiction
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