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guess who talked nida into flying us to the gd beach next weekend???

yeah thats right bitches, you can all start bowing to my awesomeness now

whoever wants can come i guess, but im not taking care of jack all for you so bring your own towels and tents and food and shit, if you starve or die from jellyfish poison i dont care im not taking responsibility

i guess there can be beach ball (lame!!!!) and fireworks and shit, someone can handle music (it better be good tho)

wtv im bad at organizing, just tell me if youre coming or not

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Yeah well, I don't know much about you besides that you grew up in a shitty seminary, you like guns and you're basically a merc for a living.

[ A shrug. ] Just curious.

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[If Zephyr were an ordinary individual, he probably would've invited Kiden to ask questions, but as he's not, he sets up some diversionary tactics instead.]

You forgot the part about porn. [He glances over at her.] That reminds me--are a lotta chicks going to this party? I can't say I'm gonna be too happy if it ends up being a sausage fest.

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[ A snort. ] Fine, you're a disgusting perv and a shameful human being. Better? As for the party--seems about even so far. Rikku's coming, you'll be happy.

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

Rikku's gonna be there, so I'm automatically happy, huh?

Not saying that I'm not, but where'd that comment come from?

[A pause.]

On second thought, if you're the one answering, maybe I don't wanna know.

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Come on, she's totally your type. Y'know, perky.

[ As if that wasn't clear enough, she cups her breasts, grinning: ]

Real perky.

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[Zephyr stares at Kiden for a moment and then hurriedly looks away. He gives a little unconvincing laugh.]

Right... perky.

[He lapses into silence again. To be honest, he's never thought of Rikku that way... Sure, she's cute and all, but...

A thought suddenly strikes him.]

You know, I still haven't claimed that "date" I'm supposed to go on with her.

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[ Kiden purses her lips, thoughtful. ]

Just use the beach party as an excuse to ask her out.

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

Whoa, whoa, whoa... [Zephyr shakes his head.] I'm not looking to ask anyone out--we made plans to just grab something to eat together. That's it.

No need to do anything fancy.

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Pretty sure a shake and fries counts as a date in my books. Besides, you believe that crap about orphans? She fucking bought you, for real money. She's gotta be into you on some level.

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[There's a long, awkward pause after she says those words.]

I was the one who did the bidding.

....hahaha i knew that LET'S ROLL WITH IT

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[ Side-eyeing him. ]

Then what are you waiting for?

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[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

Look, I would've been happy to just donate some fucking money to the orphans, but what retard decided this entire date thing had to be involved?

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Oh my god, why are you stupid?!

You're signed up to date a foxy chick and you're whining like a little bitch!

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Hey, I just--

[He never quite finishes that sentence, seeing as he doesn't actually have a comeback for it.

Not a good one at least.]

I'm not whining! I'm just saying that it wasn't why I did it.

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You'd choose orphans over a hot blonde? [ A chuckle, and she nudges him in the ribs. ] Look at you, Ghandi.

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

[This moment likely would've caused a slightly more embarrassing reaction on his part, if it weren't for the fact that mentioning Ghandi just causes him to give Kiden a blank stare.]

...Who?

...Gandhi, even. /)_(\

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Politician dude. Equal rights for everybody, pacifist, vegetarian...the whole deal. You get the picture.

[ She got the feeling that 'Mother Teresa' wouldn't have gone over so well. ]

/pat pat pat XD <33

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[Zephyr gives her another odd look and just chalks it up to sarcasm.]

...Anyway, you got any store ideas for swimsuits. I can't say I've been looking.

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[ Oh, have they gotten into town already? Kiden looks around--way to be observant, Kid. ]

C'mon, I think I know a place...

[ She tugs on his sleeve, leading him down paved streets lined with shops until a neon sign tells them they've arrived at swimswear shop. ]

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

[Zephyr follows after her, and when they get to the shop, he ends up holding the door open for her. Upon getting inside, he's actually more drawn to the bikinis, if his gaze is anything to go by.]

I think we should look for yours first.

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[ How chivalrous--and then his true motive becomes apparent. She smirks, leisurely making her way through the racks. About five minutes later she emerges with a bright blue-and-purple slip of cloth that she tucks neatly under her arm. ]

Found mine. Now let's get yours.

[ BEAMING SLIGHTLY PREDATORIAL GRIN. ]

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Hey, what!?

[No trying of anything on? Nothing? Nothing at all?

Zephyr visibly deflates, his shoulders slumping.]

Fine.

[He trudges over to the racks and starts flipping through them, not really paying any heed to what he's looking at.]

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Unlike you, I wear this shit all the time at home, so I know what I need. You'll just have to wait until we get to the beach.

[ Kiden is far more businesslike in her searching--Zephyr's skintone is as pale as hers, their hair is similarly blonde, and his build is essentially a more powerful, masculine versions of her own--and within a few minutes she's assembled a pile of stuff for him to try. ]

Here. Try this. I'll be waiting.

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

[Zephyr stares at the stack of things now in his arms. He's never had a girl pick out clothes for him before, even if Leanne had, on occasion, pointed things out for him.

He's about to head over to the dressing room when her words finally sink in.]

Hold up--by waiting, you don't mean you want me to come out and show you each one, do you?

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Well, yeah, seeing if you look good in it is kind of the point.

I have nowhere else to be.

[ Leaning on the wall. Waiting. ]