to heal a wound, you need to stop touching it
Look, pebble. Vai scoffs and shakes her head, though she does take the pebble to add it to the bag of rocks they've collected so far. Then Zeph is scooting around and a feral sort of grin spreads across her face - of course he isn't wearing any underwear - as he gestures to yet more stones they might collect. "Well then, I stand corrected, don't I?" she murmurs, only to sharply inhale as the wet sand immediately gets to work on her shirt.
"You reckon?" she asks, not that she's expecting or caring about the answer; the water is cold enough not only to make her shirt wet, but to cause gooseflesh to prickle across her skin - and she's not wearing any underwear either, Zeph. His compliment earns a good natured shove, though it doesn't stop her from grabbing at the waistband of his shorts to pull him down further over her. "I swear, one of these days I'm going to find your little black book of corny pick-up lines, and you'll be doomed."
"You reckon?" she asks, not that she's expecting or caring about the answer; the water is cold enough not only to make her shirt wet, but to cause gooseflesh to prickle across her skin - and she's not wearing any underwear either, Zeph. His compliment earns a good natured shove, though it doesn't stop her from grabbing at the waistband of his shorts to pull him down further over her. "I swear, one of these days I'm going to find your little black book of corny pick-up lines, and you'll be doomed."
Vervain
