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[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.

[velluminous]

[ kicks a foot up, revealing very high leg beneath the towel ]

Bikini? No? But look, they have neon birds on them.

[vecna]

You mean flamingoes?

[Are they flamingoes.]

[velluminous]

[ they're flamingos. ]

Yes. Neon birds.

[ she will lean hard into this if it means they aren't talking about the oni. ]

[vecna]

[Do you think he’s forgotten about the oni? You will just make yourself look silly, Ms Vaux.]

Okay.

[Okay?]

Pick what you want. [He doesn’t care!] Either way, I haven’t missed that you’re ignoring my advice.

[velluminous]

[ the very bold implication that she doesn't make herself a fool literally every conversation she has ]

Henry, please.

[vecna]

Sprezzatura.

[Mirroring her tone with a quirking brow and head tilt.]

I’m only trying to help you.

[velluminous]

And what if she does something terrible I cannot take back?