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[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.

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[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.

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[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.

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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.

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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?

[vecna]

Then that’s not on you. Haven’t you told your friends here about her? Do you think they’d blame you for something you never wished on them?

[velluminous]

[ laughs weakly while looking in Sholmes' direction.

she tenses her jaw, not quite meeting his eye. what a stupid conversation to be having dressed like this. ]

Pah. Blame. I am used to blame.

[vecna]

[Well. If someone dried off their clothes, maybe—]

I find it hard to believe the inmates here aren’t willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.

Just think about it, Sprezzatura.

[velluminous]

[ Prestidigitation isn't intended for this purpose! do you know how much manipulation this is taking!!! ]

I think about it every day, Mister Creel. [ she holds out a hand ] Here. Give me your clothes.

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[Do you really want to leave this place dressed like this!!!

But Henry complies, moving to gather up his wet clothes and draw close enough to hand them to her, even if he has to reach over a standee or two.]

What for?

[velluminous]

[ consider that only one of them is dressed at all right now. taking his stupid sopping shirt and beginning to Prestidigitate it dry. or at least less wet. ]

This for.

[vecna]

[...Oh.]

You couldn't have done that before I changed into this?

[An addendum:]

That's a joke, by the way.