Skip ending up on your ass somewhere random, really.
[ they make sort of a shrug gesture at molly over harrow's head, gesturing briefly with their head to her - a "sorry, you heard her", because aquila will not heal anybody without their consent. probably because aquila themselves would hate being healed without their consent. not that either of you know that.
anyway. it's touchy week anyway so this works out nicely! they wrap their fingers loosely around molly's wrist, and then put a hand on harrow's shoulder. shadows consume the three of them, and when they clear... they're at the station beach!
lucy's fin is sticking out of the water. it looks just like it used to! beach. ]
[ he'll look a bit disgruntled at this answer but it's fine, he figured that it'd be something like this.
it's touch week so he'll just wind his hand up a bit to hold the fingers instead of having them around his wrist, squeezing slightly. Blinking (or like. winking. one eye joke!) in the sudden light change, holding a hand over his forehead. ]
Shite-- You know, keep half expecting it to look different than it did?
[ well, okay. when molly slides his hand down, they take his hand and squeeze back.
their other hand stays on harrow's shoulder for the moment. touch week! but, they make a little noise, either agreeing or just going along with their assessment. wow... ]
's a pretty name for a man eating creature, Lucretia. [ this is very sweet, actually. if you stand here long enough, you could forget about the murder hotel and the murder station, maybe. aquila doesn't seem to mind the touches either way, content just to look out on the ocean and the shark with molly and harrow like this. it's peaceful. ] Kind of a mouthful.
[ but, ah.
the first time... it's nice to see harrow smiling like that, especially after this weekend, so. ] First time, huh? You been to other oceans, since? More sharks or less?
[ aw. he lets molly sort of lead them off and then loosens their grip so he can go take off his slut boots. ]
Sounds like the both of you could stand to be a little more well traveled. [ there's some kind of just slightly inside joke there, wryness in their tone. they pat harrow on the shoulder. ] You should join him.
Nicodranas... name sounds familiar, kinda. Can't put my finger on why. Maybe I should be a little more well traveled.
[ help why is that so funny - the mental image of a full body swimsuit gets them to laugh, startled out of them. ] You would know about something like that, Harrow.
[ help.
they drop down into the sand, finally, on harrow's other side. she's sandwiched. ] And my uniform's cute as hell, and also a requirement.
[ ...
they fiddle with a couple of the buttons, though. just at the chest and the neck - enough to open up the collar. they're pale under there! but it at least gets a breeze going. ] Still technically on duty, even if it feels like a vacation.
Have some faith! I can do some cool things. Depends on what you want. Holds a lot of liquor.
[ terrible. ] And the hotel glasses are... [ they. look like they might say cool, but then they reach out and poke one of the dangly star charms. ] .... Charming.
[ snorting when his glasses are poked, pushing them up to look over judgmentally. anyway the next time harrow sneaks over to cuddle he will put an arm around her to keep her there. trapped like a RAT. ]
You're going to have to do better than charming. And you [harrow] should also have to be nicer to me for at least a week.
[ they are not swayed by this judgy look. they also lean against harrow's other side, so she is absolutely trapped like a rat. their arm comes behind her though, resting in the sand closer to molly.
thoughtfully: ] Eye-catching? Glittery? Complimentary to your shades of purple? [ a beat. ] Uh, fucking cute?
[ (molly voice) nice cover
anyway. to harrow, with a hum - ] You could write another card. [ lol ]
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Sure. Fuck it. Skip the line, right?
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[but she nods.]
Let's go.
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[ they make sort of a shrug gesture at molly over harrow's head, gesturing briefly with their head to her - a "sorry, you heard her", because aquila will not heal anybody without their consent. probably because aquila themselves would hate being healed without their consent. not that either of you know that.
anyway. it's touchy week anyway so this works out nicely! they wrap their fingers loosely around molly's wrist, and then put a hand on harrow's shoulder. shadows consume the three of them, and when they clear... they're at the station beach!
lucy's fin is sticking out of the water. it looks just like it used to! beach. ]
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it's touch week so he'll just wind his hand up a bit to hold the fingers instead of having them around his wrist, squeezing slightly. Blinking (or like. winking. one eye joke!) in the sudden light change, holding a hand over his forehead. ]
Shite-- You know, keep half expecting it to look different than it did?
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[she seems slightly taken aback by the sight, a smile coming to her face.]
It's the same as it was.
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their other hand stays on harrow's shoulder for the moment. touch week! but, they make a little noise, either agreeing or just going along with their assessment. wow... ]
Feels nice. [ a beat. ] Is that a shark?
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anyway it's very cute harrow is smiling? that's sweet. ]
Lucretia, I believe.
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[she forgets to protest the hand on her shoulder because it's touch week.]
I really did like this place. It is the first time I had seen the ocean.
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[ but, ah.
the first time... it's nice to see harrow smiling like that, especially after this weekend, so. ] First time, huh? You been to other oceans, since? More sharks or less?
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[ but he's not as adorable about it. going to go sit himself down in the sand, working on getting his boots off. beach time. ]
I don't think she actually ate any men. Just bullets?
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Sounds like the both of you could stand to be a little more well traveled. [ there's some kind of just slightly inside joke there, wryness in their tone. they pat harrow on the shoulder. ] You should join him.
Nicodranas... name sounds familiar, kinda. Can't put my finger on why. Maybe I should be a little more well traveled.
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[ Molly is laying back one arm behind his head and digging his feet into the sand, tail swaying around happily - holding one hand out? ]
Someone hand me some sunglasses.
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but she will sit down on the sand by molly and take off her own boots.]
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Here. [ but there you go. they're kind of ridiculous but they do function... and they say HOTEL not hollywood. alas. they are, however rad as hell.
beyond that, they snort a little, though, and stay standing for now, hands folded behind their back, looking out at the ocean. ]
You do like to ramble. [ (affectionate) ] It sounds fun, though.
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You gonna just stand there like a real weirdo and sweat to death in that dumb little uniform?
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Maybe there is a full body swimsuit.
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[ help.
they drop down into the sand, finally, on harrow's other side. she's sandwiched. ] And my uniform's cute as hell, and also a requirement.
[ ...
they fiddle with a couple of the buttons, though. just at the chest and the neck - enough to open up the collar. they're pale under there! but it at least gets a breeze going. ] Still technically on duty, even if it feels like a vacation.
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So, what the limit on this little summoning trick you can do?
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Considering the glasses say 'hotel' on them, I don't know if they even reach the costume closet.
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they snort, though. ]
Have some faith! I can do some cool things. Depends on what you want. Holds a lot of liquor.
[ terrible. ] And the hotel glasses are... [ they. look like they might say cool, but then they reach out and poke one of the dangly star charms. ] .... Charming.
[ stupid looking ]
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You're going to have to do better than charming. And you [harrow] should also have to be nicer to me for at least a week.
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What nice things ought I be doing.
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thoughtfully: ] Eye-catching? Glittery? Complimentary to your shades of purple? [ a beat. ] Uh, fucking cute?
[ (molly voice) nice cover
anyway. to harrow, with a hum - ] You could write another card. [ lol ]
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[ reaching a hand up to hold the arm that's coming around to him though? hi. ]
You haven't said sorry. Just pointing it out.
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