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[vecna]

[Raises a brow. Should he be turning around?

Well, first he will be grabbing a towel--covered in rainbow palm trees--and flinging it her way.]

No one will make you sit in the chair.

[velluminous]

I have to think.

[ it doesn't appear that she cares much whether he watches or turns away—does that help or hinder? once he's tossed the towel, though, she slinks behind a display. ]

[vecna]

[It is a vaguely curious hindrance, if only because reminding himself of what is polite and proper often comes at a delay thanks to his time departed as, well, human. But once she disappears behind a display of suntan lotion, Henry tears his gaze away. Focuses on grabbing his own towel with a bright rainbow hewn into the design (irony), and begins unbuttoning his shirt.

He does turn around, at least, but that's about as much as he cares about propriety when Sprezzatura clearly only has a minimal concern.]

About?

[velluminous]

[ she's toweling herself off quite roughly, befitting her mood; there's nothing about this that's charged besides her temper, and she is very much attempting to keep that down. ]

I cannot let my anger best me. I am always enormous idiot when I do.

[vecna]

[He's in the process of peeling off very wet clothes, which land in a crumple on the floor. Hope both of them are fine with clothing themselves in beachwear when they're done...

Henry is going to work on drying off his hair when he's done, ruffling the towel around his scalp, since this is where it seems to bother him the most.]

And what are you always so angry about? This place? What you told me about your parents? Something else?

[velluminous]

Haah. Yes. [ that's the simple answer. her parents are a perpetual fire under her skin, and yes, she hates this prison, and yes, there's more to it. ] I hate feeling stupid, powerless. Trapped inside my own head. I hate being made to dance for warden and derided for wanting her tokens, and I am angry when we lose and I am angry at terrible stipulations for winning. I am not meant to lead. I just want my life back, and Teaferth—my work. Tired of answering to everyone. Then I begin to think I am curse, so I try to loosen up; be bigger, better woman. Bah. Babbling idiot who has strange way of talking, and it usually is wrong thing that I say.

[vecna]

[That is a lot. There are parts he can understand, just as there are parts so distant from his own experiences that he can only take them at face value.

Toweling off the rest of him now, he doesn’t reply immediately.]

Almost everything you’ve listed is beyond your control. So why bother fighting your anger? You should use it.

[A beat.]

I use it. What I told you about my powers — it isn’t all willpower and focus. The other half of the equation is emotion. It’s a helpful tool — you should see it that way, too.

[velluminous]

[ "the other half is emotion". she slows the rough tousling of her hair, cutting her gaze sidelong—just a little. not enough to actually catch a glimpse. just something Sprezzatura is filing away for later. ]

Tools are only tools when you wield them right. Otherwise, they are weapons.

[vecna]

Think of the place we’re in.

[Not this silly, bright surf shop. But the prison that they share.]

Think about how you just told me it makes you feel. What’s so bad about having a weapon at your disposal when everything else is stacked against you?

[velluminous]

[ she's quiet... literally digesting that. ]

And what of my possession?

[vecna]

[He’s as dry as he’s going to manage by now, which means he’s wrapping this ridiculous rainbow towel around his waist and seeking out a new set of clothing.]

You’re oni’s... a handful, I understand, but you don’t have to live in contention with her all the time, right?

[velluminous]

[ she hears him moving about and pulls her own towel around herself. she hasn't fully stripped down, though. just her outer clothes. ]

She wants to be let out. I let her out, and she harms those I care for. She would even harm you.

[vecna]

I can take care of myself.

[If her concern actually extends towards himself and bodily harm. It’s said easily enough, even as he begins going through the racks of… tropical wear. Not all swim trunks for men, but definitely the majority. Surely there are like, khakis in here? Come on, surf shop.]

She probably wants out not only to harm, but because she’s trapped. Wouldn’t you feel restless, too? Why don’t you try to reason with her.

[velluminous]

[ you'd be singing a different tune if that Soteria hadn't gone flying!! enjoy your swim trunks ]

She cannot be reasoned with. Did she tell you something, Mister Creel?

[vecna]

[This is ridiculous. He’s sloughed off his wet clothes for dry swim trunks. Irony abounds.

Looking for the LEAST INANE PAIR HE CAN FIND—]

Nothing that you wouldn’t be able to tell me already. How she’s restless, just wanting to have some fun. [wry:] Why, do you think I’m conspiring with your possession?

[velluminous]

[ there's a thunk as Sprezzatura lets her head fall back on her shoulders, against the edge of the suntan display ]

I never say this. [ but the fact that he just did is... ] What kind of fun do you think she meant, hm? Burn, break, electrify.

[vecna]

[Lets his towel hang across his shoulders, finally deciding upon the least offense pair of trunks visible — it is still bright turquoise and dotted with pastel seashells.]

Can she do that?

[Fire, electricity. Distaste in his otherwise controlled tone.]

[velluminous]

[ closing her eyes with a tight, slow exhale... ]

Electrify, yes.

[vecna]

[Hm. No thanks. Not like this, not in this human body where associations of being “electrified” are generally unpleasant.

Slipping into these stupid, stupid swim trunks now.]

She didn’t specify. All of the above, probably.

[velluminous]

Haa. Well, there you have it.

[vecna]

But you can’t deny that a violent oni can have its uses in a place like this. With some give and take, you might even manage to sleep a little better at night.

[Rounding the rack so he’s back in sight, towel hung over his shoulders and bright turquoise trunks adorning his form. Can’t believe you got Henry Creel of all people to wear this on like day 2 of his time here.]

Are you done changing?

[velluminous]

[ looks up, her own towel barely hanging on, and one sleeve of her blouse magicked... halfway dry.

her eyes do the most microscopic dip






lips twitch ]

[vecna]

[Are you going to

JUDGE HIS SWIMWEAR]

What?

[velluminous]

[ solemnly, ] You look very whimsical.

[vecna]

[Looks down at his trunks, looks back up in her direction.]





Not because I want to.

Can’t imagine your choices are much better.