week two | dates

[marriagebroker]

Kiss the girl~!

Or guy.

Or person.

Or Messmer's snake.

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[fireball]

[ Oh, yeah. This is some very good handholding right here. Poppy smiles a bit, giving Serpilia's hand a faint squeeze. ]

Yeah? Well, the ocean can be pretty risky where I'm from too. There's like... sharks and drowning and stuff.

[ Normal things to be afraid of in the ocean. ]

Is it like that for you too?

[ Maybe everyone where Serpilia is from are just super terrified of sharks? ]

[nrangel]

[ Serpilia is quiet for a moment. She's got a vague understanding of sharks, the way everyone has a vague understanding of the animals that people originally evolved from, but they don't really exist in her world anymore. ]

Not exactly. There are creatures called the seaborn though.

[ Her nose crinkles some thinking of her last big mission for one of her jobs, and the way the Church of the Deep had come so close to turning small abbey full of people into a mass of seaborns. ]

If I start describing them too much, it's going to make it really hard for me to want to get into the water at all.

[fireball]

[ Seaborn... sounds ominous. Poppy's picturing some kind of Creature from the Black Lagoon-type race, and, yeah, she wouldn't want to get in the water if she thought that was hanging out just below the surface either.

So she perks back up, swinging their hands a little. ]

Alright, then we don't have to talk about them. They probably aren't here anyway! No sharks, no seaborn. They wouldn't send us out here if we could get eaten.

[ She is very confident about this. Swings their hands once more. ]

Shall we?

[ Now that it's been established (by her) that the water is safe... ]

[nrangel]

[ Boy, wouldn't it be nice for Serpilia if they just looked like that instead of what some of them look like.

She looks out at the people happily playing in the ocean, families, teenagers in friend groups, young couples...

Which is the category she and Poppy fall into this time. She nods, pretty sure there is nothing too horrifying lurking in those depths this time as she lets Poppy get her hand swinging on. ]

Let's go embarrass ourselves in front of people who know what they're doing.

[fireball]

[ would.

Poppy finds herself grinning at Serpilia, swinging their hands further. Something about getting to unabashedly run out there, regardless of the consequences... something where they can go just to have fun? With each other? It sounds perfect. ]

Let's do it!

[ And she will take off, still holding Serpilia's hand, towards the water.

Hopefully neither of them drop their boards along the way. ]

[nrangel]

[ Serpilia will go jogging after her, managing to keep a pretty okay grip on her board (for now), and laughing as Poppy pulls them along towards the surf. ]