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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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[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.

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[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. ]

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[Zephyr rolls his eyes and wanders into the dressing room. When he reappears, he's barefoot in a pair of red boardshorts.

His shirt, however, is still very definitely on, and he's folded his arms across his chest.]

You seriously going to make me come out and show you every single one?

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Oh, come on, you prude. You're not gonna be wearing a t-shirt at the beach, are you?

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

I'm not a prude!

[He pulls the shirt up and over his head, bunching it in his hands before tossing it somewhere in the dressing room. His arms, however, go right back to crossing over his chest.]

So? Thoughts?

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[ ...score.

Kiden's eyes go over the finished product, not too obviously appreciative. ]

Red looks good on you--but the print makes you look like a douchebag. Go try the others.



[ TIMESKIIIIIPPPPP ]

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

[After putting on and taking off what seemed like a million swimsuits later--some of which were clearly thrown in by Kiden as a joke--Zephyr emerges from the dressing room in another pair of red board shorts. They are, however, minus the apparently tacky print this time though.

They're not the last untried item he's got in there, but he's quietly hoping that he finally wins Kiden's approval. Zephyr is, quite frankly, tired of being a model for her.]

...Well?

[The note of exasperation is heavy in his tone.]

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[ Kiden is getting tired herself--but wrestling him out of the cabin to see the speedo was worth it, no matter what he says. The red board shorts...yes. ]

We have a winner, if the price is right.

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Fuck the price--I'm getting these.

[He goes back into the dressing room and emerges a few minutes later fully dressed. In his hands, he has his prize. There's a mountain of swimwear inside, most of it still inside out or balled up in some weird way or another; the shopkeeper's going to have fun sorting that mess out.]

Let's grab some lotion and get the hell out of here already.

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[ No their problem! Kiden selects a bottle of lotion and a spray-on sunblock in the highest SPF she can find for convenient reapplication.

Once they'd paid for their stuff, it's Kiden who holds the door for Zephyr, who has obviously been saddled with their (thankfully small) bags. ]

Wanna head back, or did you have any other errands to run?

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I think I'm done for the day.

[How the hell did girls withstand a whole day's worth of shopping? And what sort of fun is there in trying out outfit after outfit? Didn't it get annoying after a while?

Not that he'd voice any of these out loud, of course. That'd be whiny.]

Back to the inn? Unless you've got somethin' else you need?