[That's the second person who has, upon hearing those names, promised to protect her. Likely there'd be a few more if they'd heard the story-- Jon certainly would, chivalrous boy that he is, and she assumes Aranea has grown fond enough of her to feel the same.
She wonders why.
At least Majima she can explain: he's at least partially motivated by money, which she's pleased by, because it makes sense.]
And with twice as many eyes.
[It's a dry joke, said more to cover her confusion than anything. Rosalind's fingers play at her throat, the tips sliding against damp skin.]
[Ironically, taking pay from her since they returned from Wyver the first time has stoked up some guilt in Majima's conscience. Stuffy as Ros can be, he likes her. She's sharp as a razor, and any time she appears, it's almost a guarantee something interesting is about to happen.
In throwing himself into this new world, Majima hasn't gotten very close to many of the other refugees. That forces him to confront the reality behind their situation: None of them can ever go home. Ros, however, gets into trouble here, talks about their reality here, and never sugarcoats it. He likes that a lot more than walking on eggshells.]
Y'know, you don't gotta pay to keep me around anymore. I have my job back in Olympia now.
[And his winnings from the fight club, but she already knows about that.]
[Majima quickly rebuffs that notion, shaking his head. She's not one for sentiment, so it's hard to think of a way to phrase it that won't earn him any weird looks.]
[Rosalind pauses for a few seconds, staring at him across the water. The moon is shining brightly enough she can see his expression, and he doesn't look as though he's mocking her.]
[I've never had one before, because being friends with yourself doesn't really count. Robert was guaranteed to like her (love her) (love her, no, she isn't going to think about that). Rosalind shakes her head, feeling clumsy and a little stupid.]
[Majima scoffs good naturedly and rests his feet against the bottom of the lagoon, a bit shallower by the cave wall. A few rocks dig into his heels, but it's better than straining to stay afloat.]
Hell no. I lived in a city, remember? Closest I could get was a pretty big pool. And most of 'em stopped lettin' me in once I started showin' up with tattoos.
[A wicked little idea dawns over him, but he refuses to show it in his face.]
Got kicked out of a few before that for other reasons, though.
[She swims closer, treading water. Where he might be able to stand, she still has to float (and if she knew him a great deal more, she might cling to him instead, but she doesn't and so she shan't).]
More than they oughta be. If you've got one where anyone can see it, you'll be workin' fast food, at best.
[Majima clasps his hands just beneath the surface, but before he can make any moves, Ros gets closer again. The light on the water reflects on the nape of her neck, drawing his eye while he's desperately trying to keep it above her collar.
To distract himself, he squirts water through his fists at her, like he originally planned.]
[She begins that, tipping her head with a slight frown, curious not only about the cultural traditions but Majima himself. His expression had gone odd that last second, his eye darting down, and she almost asks, except then he's splashing her.]
Majima! For god's sake, are you a child!
[And entirely instinctively, she shoves a hand forward, intent on shoving him for that, absolutely forgetting he's shirtless and wet and oh boy but that's a lot of slick skin beneath the tips of her fingers.]
[Majima bursts out laughing at Ros' waterlogged outrage. He tenses up, ready to spring out of the way of any retaliation, but where he expects water, he gets her palm. The surprise of it staggers him back a step, but not far enough to pull away.]
Uh. [He looks down at his tattooed shoulders.] If you want a closer look, doc, you could just ask.
[His throat dries up, but he blames that on the salt in the water.]
If we end up in a sauna grade town like Wyver again, I'm gonna doubt that.
[Majima pulls his hair free from its tie, and once he lets that slide down his wrist, he runs his fingers through it. He shakes some of the excess water out and pushes it back.]
But lookin' forward to it. For now I should head up and dry out my pants.
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Fink, huh? That's a hell of a name. Guess you're slated to do shady bullshit when you're born with that.
[Majima offers her a grin at such a lame joke, but he almost seems legitimately proud of it. It fades soon enough when he thinks about it.]
Don't worry about 'em, doc. I'll keep an eye out. The other people around can too. Probably for less money.
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She wonders why.
At least Majima she can explain: he's at least partially motivated by money, which she's pleased by, because it makes sense.]
And with twice as many eyes.
[It's a dry joke, said more to cover her confusion than anything. Rosalind's fingers play at her throat, the tips sliding against damp skin.]
. . . thank you. That's a, ah, kind offer.
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In throwing himself into this new world, Majima hasn't gotten very close to many of the other refugees. That forces him to confront the reality behind their situation: None of them can ever go home. Ros, however, gets into trouble here, talks about their reality here, and never sugarcoats it. He likes that a lot more than walking on eggshells.]
Y'know, you don't gotta pay to keep me around anymore. I have my job back in Olympia now.
[And his winnings from the fight club, but she already knows about that.]
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All I did the last time you told me to come over was lift shit.
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Majima, I don't want you to-- you don't need to feel an obligation if you don't want to continue being my guard.
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[Majima quickly rebuffs that notion, shaking his head. She's not one for sentiment, so it's hard to think of a way to phrase it that won't earn him any weird looks.]
I watch my friends' backs.
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Is that what we are?
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--Uh. If you wanna be? Wouldn't be the first time I read the room wrong.
[Hanging out like this, at least, doesn't feel much like bodyguarding.]
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[I've never had one before, because being friends with yourself doesn't really count. Robert was guaranteed to like her (love her) (love her, no, she isn't going to think about that). Rosalind shakes her head, feeling clumsy and a little stupid.]
I'd like that, if, ah, if you would.
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Like I said, kinda figured we got there already.
[He smiles as disarmingly as he can, hoping to hell she doesn't read it as condescending.]
I mean, I'll keep what you already paid me.
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[Hey, that's a joke! And she smiles, uncertain but growing stronger, as she recovers.]
Moving on . . . did you do this sort of thing often in your world? Leap into random lakes, that kind of thing?
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Hell no. I lived in a city, remember? Closest I could get was a pretty big pool. And most of 'em stopped lettin' me in once I started showin' up with tattoos.
[A wicked little idea dawns over him, but he refuses to show it in his face.]
Got kicked out of a few before that for other reasons, though.
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[She swims closer, treading water. Where he might be able to stand, she still has to float (and if she knew him a great deal more, she might cling to him instead, but she doesn't and so she shan't).]
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[Majima clasps his hands just beneath the surface, but before he can make any moves, Ros gets closer again. The light on the water reflects on the nape of her neck, drawing his eye while he's desperately trying to keep it above her collar.
To distract himself, he squirts water through his fists at her, like he originally planned.]
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[She begins that, tipping her head with a slight frown, curious not only about the cultural traditions but Majima himself. His expression had gone odd that last second, his eye darting down, and she almost asks, except then he's splashing her.]
Majima! For god's sake, are you a child!
[And entirely instinctively, she shoves a hand forward, intent on shoving him for that, absolutely forgetting he's shirtless and wet and oh boy but that's a lot of slick skin beneath the tips of her fingers.]
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Uh. [He looks down at his tattooed shoulders.] If you want a closer look, doc, you could just ask.
[His throat dries up, but he blames that on the salt in the water.]
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[She retracts her hand as if it'd been burned, her fingers curling as she scowls.]
Don't be foolish. I was merely pushing you, which is frankly the least you deserve after splashing me like that.
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Bad reaction time, and that's how hard you push? Startin' to see why you needed the guard after all.
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[Rude??? She kicks back, though, putting another foot between them, just in case.]
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Look, if you want a free shot, go for it. I'm already wet, anyway.
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I'll take my revenge in my own time, thank you. Revenge beyond never going swimming with you again, anyway.
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[Majima pulls his hair free from its tie, and once he lets that slide down his wrist, he runs his fingers through it. He shakes some of the excess water out and pushes it back.]
But lookin' forward to it. For now I should head up and dry out my pants.