[ she'll start work on those next, without argument. embarrassment and worry and maybe the vestigial haunting of her conversation with Wei Wuxian have made her agreeable ]
I did just throw you into the water. Accidentally, but even so.
[Watches her work again, until his eyes drift over and away to the surfboards lined up against the wall. Such bright colors, summer-like. The conversation officially skews casual.]
Next time, we’ll practice farther away from the shoreline.
[Sensory deprivation tank? Those are for scrubs only.
The mental image of her careening into the water for fun is a strange one. Doubly for himself. But Henry reaches out, dislodging a red surfboard on the wall with his powers, letting it fall straight into his hands with noticeable heft.
(Really, he just wanted to pull something heavy down.)
[ she ought to get dressed again, herself. again, she makes Mage Hand do the work, this time to pluck her discarded clothes from the floor and drift them over to her ]
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glances away, tensing her mouth ]
I did not mean it.
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[Even if it’s second nature to dredge up discomfort, like breathing.]
I have thicker skin than you think.
[Now that his ensemble is very mismatched, he dips down to pick up his soggy trousers, holding them out.]
Do these get the magic treatment, too, or are you really going to suffer these swim trunks?
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Does not mean I should go needling at it as I do.
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[Watches her work again, until his eyes drift over and away to the surfboards lined up against the wall. Such bright colors, summer-like. The conversation officially skews casual.]
Next time, we’ll practice farther away from the shoreline.
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[ you know, like a sensory deprivation tank? I'm kidding. ]
... it could be more. enjoyable, hm. Being tossed into water. If weather were better and we both meant for it.
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The mental image of her careening into the water for fun is a strange one. Doubly for himself. But Henry reaches out, dislodging a red surfboard on the wall with his powers, letting it fall straight into his hands with noticeable heft.
(Really, he just wanted to pull something heavy down.)
He quirks a brow at her, though.]
What about one of these?
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I do not know what that is.
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It’s a surfboard. You take it out onto the ocean and use it to ride any waves that come in.
It’s stereotypically a summertime activity.
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[ that's one pant leg mostly-dry ]
I am not sure.
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Not feeling particularly adventurous?
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Call me boring, if you must.
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And yet you’re fine with me flinging you into the ocean a second time for fun.
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[Blithely. But Henry returns to his impromptu changing station, AKA obscuring himself behind more shelving.]
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[ she raises her voice as he walks away from her ]
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Deadpan, yet still light-toned:]
You hate fun.
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Yes, of course I enjoy learning. But I would not say I am fun-loving.
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[Of being thrown into the ocean again on a bright and sunny day. Who's he to judge?
Anyway, pants back on, shoes still squelchy, but he'll have to make do. It's an overall improvement.]
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[ she ought to get dressed again, herself. again, she makes Mage Hand do the work, this time to pluck her discarded clothes from the floor and drift them over to her ]
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