[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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originallutece) wrote2017-09-22 05:41 pm
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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.