pc catchall for ray (selfimmolates)

[requiemed]

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[requiemed]

[She looks irritated almost immediately, pausing in the middle of her current motion.]

Why would he say that?

[selfimmolates]

It came up that I didn't know how to swim and I guess it triggered his need to nag?

[requiemed]

I'll tell him he's an asshole the next time I see him.

[With that out of the way, she's heading towards the water, giving a small noise of contentment once she's wading in.]

[selfimmolates]

To be honest, I think he was actually worried... but it's hard to tell with that guy.

[with his shoes and socks off, he follows after her into the water.]

[requiemed]

Being worried doesn't give you a free pass to say whatever.

[Some of that irritation is fading from her voice as she goes on, though, as she glances his way.]

How do you like it?

[selfimmolates]

Sore spot?

[...]

It's nice. One thing to see photos of it and another to experience it in person.

[requiemed]

...Yeah, kind of. Reminds me of my dad.

[It's hard to keep her voice neutral as she says that, but it's back to normal as she continues.]

Did you bring your camera?

[selfimmolates]

... Is that so?

[at the question, he blinks.]

Hmm? Ah, yeah.

[requiemed]

Yeah. That's how he always treated my brother. Like, 'I just want to you to succeed, so I'm going to be awful to you until you do!', that kind of thing.

[But, more importantly:]

Come on, let's take a selfie.

[A thing that Ray will absolutely understand.]

[selfimmolates]

... A what?

[requiemed]

Oh, right. It's just taking a picture of yourself, it's pretty simple. Come on, we can get the ocean in the shot and everything.

[selfimmolates]

[why would he want a picture of himself, though.

still, as requested, he takes out his camera.]

[requiemed]

[She walks his way and shifts so her back is towards the water, bending slightly so she's on his level.]

Changed my mind, I'm getting in here too. Also, you better smile.

[selfimmolates]

Sure, whatever.

[snap! and look, he's even smiling, even if it's ray which means his smiles usually look smarmy by default.]

[requiemed]

[She definitely gave him bunny ears at the last second.]

Cool. Now you can start a scrapbook or whatever.

[selfimmolates]

[wow]

A scrapbook of my fun murder competition?

[requiemed]

That was the worst possible place you could have taken it, congratulations.

[selfimmolates]

But am I wrong?

[requiemed]

I was going to say you could make a scrapbook of all the cool friends you've made.

[selfimmolates]

I'll multitask.

[requiemed]

Wouldn't you rather have a scrapbook about the non-murder parts of this?

[selfimmolates]

I mean, it's not like I'd be sticking in photos of corpses.

[requiemed]

Come on, you know what I meant.