loglet: Clarice & Warren at the pool
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xp_logsWarren arrives at the pool
Standing at the pool in her bikini, wide-brimmed sunhat and giant sunglasses firmly in place, Clarice regarding the figure approaching. "I do not want to see your budgie smugglers," she stated firmly, "No one wants to see that. Go put on shorts before you scar someone's retinas."
Warren gave her an expectant look. "Are you body shaming me, Clarice?" Striking a pose a la Mr. Universe, he flexed his muscles. "I'm beautiful, you know."
"This has nothing to do with your body, Worthington," she stated, unamused. He did have a very good body, though. He could absolutely pull off a speedo like that, "Everyone knows you're the prettiest princess. It's just that no one wants to see this much of you if they aren't sleeping with you. I mean, that," she pointed directly to his crotch, "ain't for everyone."
"I am one amazing specimen, aren't I?" He grinned, already forgetting everything else she had to say. Shaking his wings a little, he cleared his throat. "Unfortunately, I won't be able to swim, considering I don't feel like cleaning my wings later, which means that this view is the only view you'll get. No glistening body. Such a shame."
Digging in her bag, she tossed him a bottle of sunscreen, "You can glisten anyways," she said, unfazed by his wings. She wasn't aware of how cleaning them and preening worked, so she didn't comment. She was aware of how his shirts had to be modified to fit them, which was sometimes a challenge, so she appreciated the sentiment, "You know, you could wear that for Pride. Add some straps so everyone thinks your wings are fake and some body paint, you'd be a hit."
Warren rolled his eyes. "You think I haven't thought of that before? But as much as I loathe my parents, i'm not ready for either of them to keel over from a heart attack."
Ah, right. There was that. She'd never had to worry about that before and now...well...she hadn't tried to locate her parents or any other family since ending up in this new patchwork world or whatever it was. It just seemed like a bad idea, "Right, parents....." she nodded, a blank look to her face, "But wouldn't you inherit if they did?" Not that she was advocating for patricide.
He made a dismissive motion. "I have my own fortune. Besides, parents are useful at times. Without them, I wouldn't have learned how to be the sociopath I am today."
Was it wrong that Clarice laughed? It was probably wrong. She didn't care. "Let's not discuss our socio and psychopathies today," she gasped, wiping her eyes under her sunglasses. It was likely over-reaction for what he said, but she had needed the laugh, "I'll sunblock your back....then you can do mine."
Nodding, he waved to one of the lounge chairs. "And then after, let's find Wanda. That woman is bound to have something alcoholic and delicious."
Standing at the pool in her bikini, wide-brimmed sunhat and giant sunglasses firmly in place, Clarice regarding the figure approaching. "I do not want to see your budgie smugglers," she stated firmly, "No one wants to see that. Go put on shorts before you scar someone's retinas."
Warren gave her an expectant look. "Are you body shaming me, Clarice?" Striking a pose a la Mr. Universe, he flexed his muscles. "I'm beautiful, you know."
"This has nothing to do with your body, Worthington," she stated, unamused. He did have a very good body, though. He could absolutely pull off a speedo like that, "Everyone knows you're the prettiest princess. It's just that no one wants to see this much of you if they aren't sleeping with you. I mean, that," she pointed directly to his crotch, "ain't for everyone."
"I am one amazing specimen, aren't I?" He grinned, already forgetting everything else she had to say. Shaking his wings a little, he cleared his throat. "Unfortunately, I won't be able to swim, considering I don't feel like cleaning my wings later, which means that this view is the only view you'll get. No glistening body. Such a shame."
Digging in her bag, she tossed him a bottle of sunscreen, "You can glisten anyways," she said, unfazed by his wings. She wasn't aware of how cleaning them and preening worked, so she didn't comment. She was aware of how his shirts had to be modified to fit them, which was sometimes a challenge, so she appreciated the sentiment, "You know, you could wear that for Pride. Add some straps so everyone thinks your wings are fake and some body paint, you'd be a hit."
Warren rolled his eyes. "You think I haven't thought of that before? But as much as I loathe my parents, i'm not ready for either of them to keel over from a heart attack."
Ah, right. There was that. She'd never had to worry about that before and now...well...she hadn't tried to locate her parents or any other family since ending up in this new patchwork world or whatever it was. It just seemed like a bad idea, "Right, parents....." she nodded, a blank look to her face, "But wouldn't you inherit if they did?" Not that she was advocating for patricide.
He made a dismissive motion. "I have my own fortune. Besides, parents are useful at times. Without them, I wouldn't have learned how to be the sociopath I am today."
Was it wrong that Clarice laughed? It was probably wrong. She didn't care. "Let's not discuss our socio and psychopathies today," she gasped, wiping her eyes under her sunglasses. It was likely over-reaction for what he said, but she had needed the laugh, "I'll sunblock your back....then you can do mine."
Nodding, he waved to one of the lounge chairs. "And then after, let's find Wanda. That woman is bound to have something alcoholic and delicious."
