She comes to sit beside him and the fire, closer to him than she probably needs to be, but enjoying the proximity all the same. ”You could just douse me with water again, I suppose. Or the fire, and start over, if you really wanted,” she teases, though there’s certainly something mildly flirtatious about the tone of her voice.
”Perhaps, though a swim after this might be nice. I am infinitely sandy right now,” she says, holding out an arm which is covered in sand, just in case he hadn’t noticed. Her eyes drift to the fish, watching as he turns it over the fire. She is familiar with this, of course. They had a permanent version in their home back in Halo, and her and Korbin spent a good amount of time turning something or another over the fire. ”Then tell me something about yourself, while we wait.”
”Perhaps, though a swim after this might be nice. I am infinitely sandy right now,” she says, holding out an arm which is covered in sand, just in case he hadn’t noticed. Her eyes drift to the fish, watching as he turns it over the fire. She is familiar with this, of course. They had a permanent version in their home back in Halo, and her and Korbin spent a good amount of time turning something or another over the fire. ”Then tell me something about yourself, while we wait.”
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
