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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[devoutish]

And it is quite the lion's mane. Yeah - all right, I will accept that it may be worse than my beard.

[He pulls back enough to shoot her a wink.]

It's not wet, though.

[And look at where they are, sitting by a lake.]

[furgood]

Don't get me wrong, your beard is a bit of a menace. Scratchy. But I survive. My hair is wise when it's wet. Sticks everywhere

[devoutish]

Right, so, you're telling me that I should not throw you in the lake, then.

[furgood]

[She appears to consider it. ] I would be forced to retaliate as I'm sure you're aware.

[devoutish]

I would like to see you try to throw me anywhere.

[furgood]

I'm stronger than I look. Are you willing to risk it? [She almost looks like she's hoping he might. Just to get the revenge]

[devoutish]

Give it a go now.

[furgood]

...Well if you insist. [But she doesn't exactly think she can lift him straight up. Instead, she surveys the situation and steps into the water. Then she grabs his hands and rugs, leaning back and hoping her footing wont skip ]

[devoutish]

Oof--

[She is stronger that he'd been expecting, and that takes him off-guard. He's able to hold himself on the bank, but not after being successfully tugged forward by about a foot and a half.]

[furgood]

[Progress! She leans into it, determined now ] Come on, give it up.

[devoutish]

[But he's ready for it now, and so he digs in.]

Look at us, at a stalemate.

[furgood]

[She huffs </small] For now.

[devoutish]

[He smiles at her - and then scoots forward again, of his own volition this time.]

Bit wet, aren't you.

[furgood]

[She sticks her tongue out and shrugs ] Just my legs, I will survive. All for a good cause.

[devoutish]

Mm. How warm is it?

[furgood]

[Tug Tug ] Not purrticularly warm at all.

[devoutish]

Well, that doesn't sound very encouraging, does it.

[He resists again, but it's more playful than serious.]

[furgood]

Oh was I supposed to be encouraging you? Shame on me.

[devoutish]

[He pulls himself to his feet and wades in, reaching out to pull her in for a kiss. That's encouragement, isn't it?]

[furgood]

[She has to shift to keep her footing at first but when he pulls her in for a kiss, she laughs ] I'm counting this. [She leans up to kiss him ]

[devoutish]

[He lingers in the kiss for a few long moments before pulling back to ask:]

Counting it as--?

[furgood]

[She gestures out with one hand, the other settled on his arm ] You're in the lake. Fair is fair.

[devoutish]

Yeah, I am.

[He fiddles with a strand of her hair.]

Do you swim here, or only in the ocean?

[furgood]

[Grin ] It didn't even occur to me to swim here. I had a bit of a one track mind. It'd been nearly a year since I'd swam in the ocean.

[devoutish]

Well, it's the other way round for me - I've gone swimming here, but not in the ocean.

[He's waded in the ocean, but that doesn't count, in his mind.]