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[bearshermark]

Okay but what if beach party


edit: like at sundown, bonfire style
edit 2: rockaway beach
edit 3: may 31st? weather permitting

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[scotch_egg]

[oh, this kid again. Alec feels kind of bad about it really now that he's had some sleep and no longer actively feels like he's dying. It's not the kid's fault he's brainwashed after all. It's the bureau. Alec shouldn't take his frustration out on him.]

Hope you have a good time.

{a beat and then]

Sorry about before.

[bearshermark]

[Elliott takes awhile to respond, not quite sure what to make of it- and checks to be sure he's not mixing Alec up with anyone else]

It'd be for all of us, if you wanted.

[scotch_egg]

[he makes a face]

I don't like beaches. Too much sand. It gets everywhere and then you trod it all over the carpet-- and everyone underestimates the ocean. It's a bloody deathtrap. Currents and riptides and jellyfish and God knows what else. You don't even want to know how polluted it is, especially around the city. Why would you want that water next to your skin? All that in and out of the water makes me ill to look at it.



[which is to say]

No, thanks.

[bearshermark]

[No, definitely the right person, which begs the question:]

What do you like?

[scotch_egg]

[that was a loaded question. And one he really didn't have an answer for. Or at least not an answer he wanted to expand on or have a painfully contrived polite conversation where the kid had to pretend to have a modicum of interest. Better really to make it simple]

Nothing.

[bearshermark]

[He's not sure what he expected, but he still manages to be disappointed. Elliott doesn't believe him for a second of course, but they'd just end up arguing again and it would be nice if he could think that maybe they could still stand on neutral ground if he doesn't push his luck too far]

Okay.