[HEY HOW ABOUT SOME NON-DEPRESSING INTERACTION...]
[Coming up behind him while he valiantly beats back the flock of gulls vying for his food. She has a towel wrapped tightly around herself, because, lul, Lenalee + swimsuit = legs for miles. Why are there no era-appropriate swimsuits here.]
[Come now, Lenalee, we've all seen what you run around the Order in. Although he personally finds being stuck in shorts in public to be a travesty, but he's incredibly thankful he was at least allowed to keep his shirt on. And he's not having a ton of success warding off the birds, probably because he's still got half a sandwich in one hand and seagulls are fearless hellbeasts.]
[That is battle gear, shut up. It's of a completely different scope. And she's just gonna quietly watch him fail to outmatch a bunch of birds for a little while before heading back up the beach to one of the food huts. She shortly returns with a basket of fries and plops down in the sand nearby with it.]
Here. [Throwing a handful towards the water so the gulls chase after them instead.]
[And he's going to unceremoniously stuff this sammich into his mouth while he backs away from any stragglers. TAKE THAT, VILE WINGÈD RATS. HA HA HA.
And then he'll come over to her, attempting to speak around the full mouth. When that proves unsuccessful, he will actually take the time to swallow. Please don't mind that he appears to have aged a year sometime within the last few weeks.]
[She's noticed. It's noticeable; kind of difficult to overlook the new leanness to his face, the extra inches boosting him further above her, the cut of hair that's all-too-familiar to someone she misses a whole damn lot. Lenalee forces herself to keep her gaze above his shoulders after an automatic glance at his left arm.] Hi.
[She won't ask if he went home. He clearly did.]
...not quite as peaceful here as the one you showed me, is it?
[He hesitates-- and then just plops down next to her cross-legged, on her right side. Glancing around the beach before he looks back over at her.] ...No.
[And now subtly leaning forward to grab some of those fries sitting in that basket there.] There're less people further down, if you prefer that. [Gesturing towards one end of the beach with the non-fry occupied hand.]
[That's cute, Allen. She didn't bring them over for herself. Giving him a mild sidelong look that's admittedly still tinged with a bit of apparent 'I don't know how the hell to behave around you anymore'.] There was a party last year?
[Sudden nostalgia for the Yule Ball. Her brother was there.]
[If he notices the look, he doesn't react-- really, he's trying not to make it obvious that he feels the same. He's just glad to see her up and about... He can't even tell if he saw her last a few weeks ago, or a year ago. Feels like both.]
Last summer... it was just like this. I guess it's a yearly thing.
[False swipe! And that's about as far as she's willing to take teasing him right now. Feels inherently wrong at the moment. She didn't get thirteen months to get over everything, after all. A sort of... awkward laugh.] Mm. It's not going to blind you or turn you into a girl, so that's an improvement over the usual, I suppose. And even with a lot of people here, it's still a little relaxing. A little...
[Coming up behind him while he valiantly beats back the flock of gulls vying for his food. She has a towel wrapped tightly around herself, because, lul, Lenalee + swimsuit = legs for miles. Why are there no era-appropriate swimsuits here.]
...would you like some help?
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--I just want them to leave!
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Here. [Throwing a handful towards the water so the gulls chase after them instead.]
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And then he'll come over to her, attempting to speak around the full mouth. When that proves unsuccessful, he will actually take the time to swallow. Please don't mind that he appears to have aged a year sometime within the last few weeks.]
...Hi.
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[She won't ask if he went home. He clearly did.]
...not quite as peaceful here as the one you showed me, is it?
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[And now subtly leaning forward to grab some of those fries sitting in that basket there.] There're less people further down, if you prefer that. [Gesturing towards one end of the beach with the non-fry occupied hand.]
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I'm fine here. [A beat; she picks at the towel hem.] ...But maybe I'll go that way later.
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Alright.
[Noms for a moment. Adding idly;] I think this is the same beach there was a party at last year.
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[Sudden nostalgia for the Yule Ball. Her brother was there.]
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Last summer... it was just like this. I guess it's a yearly thing.
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Even the seagulls were the same?
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Those are new. This place has always gotta outdo itself somehow.
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Hn. [Yeah, but he wants to bitch about the birds...] 'Least the food here's good...
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Mn. [Glancing over at her.] Did you just get here?
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