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[nonmagicuser]

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[nonmagicuser]

[ with all the desperation of someone having gone through the entire spectrum of emotion in twenty minutes ]

That would be lovely.

[fightolive]

To the holidays or to the beach?

[nonmagicuser]

[ bemused ]

I don't trust a damned thing in these holidays.

[fightolive]

The beach it is.

[To warmth.]

[nonmagicuser]

[ hawke, last week: I hate sand, it's coarse and irritating and gets bloody everywhere
hawke, this week: I love sand, it doesn't betray me and cause crime]

After you then.

[fightolive]

[Going straight to the train to the beach.]

Maybe we can go fishing?

[nonmagicuser]

[ FEESh]

Hopefully, they'll bite more than we were.

[fightolive]

Are we trying to forget or remember?

[ Teasing. ]

[nonmagicuser]

[ grumbles quietly ]

Everything leads back to problems.

[fightolive]

[ Pats his upper arm. ]

You never know what food might betray you.