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[velluminous]

Mm. Perhaps beach is not best place for this. Too much sensory interference. Somewhere quieter, I think.

[ 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.

[vecna]

[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.)

He quirks a brow at her, though.]

What about one of these?

[velluminous]

[ what are you, a cat knocking glasses off the counter? ]

I do not know what that is.

[vecna]

[Henry is not accepting any non-spider animal-related metaphors at this time.]

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.

[velluminous]

[ skeptically, ] Hurmmm.

[ that's one pant leg mostly-dry ]

I am not sure.

[vecna]

[This is, in fact, a lopsided proposal, because there is absolutely no way he would even consider it for himself.]

Not feeling particularly adventurous?

[velluminous]

I would break my teeth. And water is cold.

[vecna]

I’m not saying right now. And the worst you’d do is fall face-first into the water.

[velluminous]

[ she hands his pants back. ]

Call me boring, if you must.

[vecna]

[He takes them back, scrutinizing, after placing the board down.]

And yet you’re fine with me flinging you into the ocean a second time for fun.

[velluminous]

I said it could be fun, not that I wished to do it. I hate fun.

[vecna]

Now I know you're joking.

[Blithely. But Henry returns to his impromptu changing station, AKA obscuring himself behind more shelving.]

[velluminous]

I am being very serious now.

[ she raises her voice as he walks away from her ]

[vecna]

[The rustling of clothing. GOODBYE STUPID SWIM TRUNKS

Deadpan, yet still light-toned:]

You hate fun.

[velluminous]

[ ...sits a little bit straighter as she responds in kind: ] Cannot stand it.

[vecna]

Aren't you an academic because you enjoy learning?

[velluminous]

[ keepin it up ] What does this have to do with fun?

[vecna]

Because people pursue things they enjoy or derive some pleasure from. Fun, usually.

[velluminous]

[ after a few beats, she scoffs. just gently, under her breath ]

Yes, of course I enjoy learning. But I would not say I am fun-loving.

[vecna]

And I don't think you would have suggested it if you weren't intrigued by the idea.

[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.]

[velluminous]

"Can Henry Creel innocently enjoy himself...?"

[ 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 ]

[vecna]

[From here, he can catch sight of that spectral hand drifting here and there, if not always fully.]

“Innocently?” What’s that supposed to mean?

[velluminous]

[ she dresses quickly. cold... ]

Childlike wonder.

[vecna]

[girl] Yes, you’re very funny.

[velluminous]

Yes. Thank you.