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Kevin Flynn | Tron & Tron: Legacy

[creator_man]

[creator_man]

All the beaches, none of the shark alarms?

*nods* Keeping them too busy for the worst of the trouble might offer a chance to getting things better.

Let me guess. All three have left their home and family behind to come make it over in the big business?

[loves_beaches]

All of the beaches, none of the nearby work calling.

*nods slowly* Heh. How'd you know. Yeah, most of them are from places that aren't big cities, let alone big arts cities. Those three all are.

[creator_man]

*chuckles, and tilts his chin* Ice-cream? To laugh in the face of the nearby work a little longer?

*small smile* I come from New Jersey. I know the pull. *lips twitch a bit more* Or, at least, knew it.

[loves_beaches]

Now that sounds heavenly.

*slight smile* I keep forgetting that. That's true.

[creator_man]

*chuckles, heads towards the stand, letting sand trickle between his toes with each step, yes, he so is barefoot*

Have you talked with either of them about it directly yet?

[loves_beaches]

*follows him, digging her toes a bit into the sand and rising en pointe a bit on some steps, sandals in her other hand*

Not yet; I tried speaking with their direct agents first. I don't know how much luck they'll have. *muttering half under her breath, then* Or how much they want to have.

[creator_man]

*Flynn's lips twitch slightly* Do I have to insist on no-work-talk after the ice-cream so you will make an effort to relax? *half-teasing only*

If that latter bit is valid, maybe you can arrange for me to talk to the agents...

[loves_beaches]

*sideways glance* ... No. *with the wide-eyed innocent look of someone who knows, absolutely, that that's not true*

*that second part, though, that has her giving him a quizzical look* What are you thinking of doing?

[creator_man]

Mm-hmm. *duly noted, and he'll hold her to that*

*and then his eyes crinkle, lighting up with the impish glow from a long time ago, partly because of the absurdity of the next words, coming from him* Why, talking some sense into them...

[loves_beaches]

*Yeah, she catches some of that impish glow and the absurdity of that statement and it makes her laugh, really laugh, head tossed back in the ocean air and the light breeze and it feels good.*

Brat. Incorrigible brat.

[creator_man]

Hey, I meant that. *but the words are half-laughing* And be careful, unwise words may get you retaliation attacks.

[loves_beaches]

I know you did, and you're still a brat. And what kind of attacks, anyway? *also laughing, on her toes again, getting ready to dodge*

[creator_man]

That depends. *he chuckles* If it's a little later, *heading towards the stand again,* you might get ice-cream in your face...

[loves_beaches]

You wouldn't dare. *only she can't quite stop laughing, either, pointing a finger at him and stepping away as though he might any second, then coming back in close to tuck her arm in his*

[creator_man]

Well, no. *Obviously, his laughing tone says, as he holds her hand easily and starts walking again, the breeze ruffling both their hair in its random way* I don't have any ice-cream yet.