[They've fallen into a pattern of letting limbs and toes casually touch, it seems, and she laughs at his enthusiasm for the subject. (As long as Leon never gives her ammunition by openly calling himself an expert handler of balls, everyone will be fine.)]
I think I'll be the judge of that. [Another nudge.] I guess everyone could chip in if we don't make the price too high. [She's putting some real thought into this.] The park would make a lot of money on food and supplies like sunscreen and towels which would double its revenue plus whatever we pay to have the place to ourselves, but in order to get everybody here we'd need a really good selling point. You remember Lili's festival don't you? I was running an event of my own and one of the biggest things to get everybody to come was ice cream. I'll see if I can coordinate something with the owner.
[She doesn't give a verbal confirmation just yet about his hair though, instead reaching over to fluff it up a bit with her hand.] What's so bad about looking younger anyway? [She probably looks a little younger herself now that her make-up's worn off thanks to their swim but not by much.] That's why you always spike it up? To look older? Must take a lot of time.
Not just that! It's my style! Wearing it down doesn't really match my look, y'know? It's not cool!
[And he is nothing if not cool. Or so he'd like to think. He laughs and ducks his head a little when she messes up his hair, though; it's already a mess, he can't even be mad.]
Ah, that's why I grew a beard, though . . . that's part of the look too, but I definitely look way younger without it. And beauty's totally worth the time!
[Wait. He reconsiders that.]
Not that I'd call myself "beautiful." I save that for girls.
[She processes all of that, still fluffing his hair a bit because she can. He's not wrong. Wearing it down doesn't go with the punk vibe he projects everywhere but it's still strangely attractive to her.
But she gets it. She gets having certain things to have certain looks. Isn't that a large part of being an idol? Isn't that why she's currently the absolute picture of femininity right now? She definitely gets it. That doesn't stop her from pouting slightly.]
But he knows how he feels about this, and it doesn't immediately occur to him to answer in any other way:]
Hey, there's all different kinds! Y'know? A beautiful girl's just beautiful! If she looks good, she'll look good in any situation. It'll come through however you see her! And different girls have different beautiful things about 'em, too, so it's not like anyone has to be a perfect 10 in every way to be sexy. Ah, but that doesn't mean every girl's my type either . . . those're different things. Know what I mean?
[Wait, though. When he pauses, he takes a moment to consider, and then flashes her a slightly sheepish look.]
[It's about then she lets her hand rest in his hair before she pushes his head to the side, letting it tilt under the weight of her hand and dropping it back into her lap shortly after.
…the sad thing is that she's a good actor. She's calculating to herself, but she looks up at him with a more demure, curious expression instead.]
Not really. But you know the next question is what kind of girl is your type. You don't wanna lead people on if they don't stand a chance, do you? That just seems cruel.
[He rocks with the push and then brushes his hand through his hair as he swings back upright to look down at her face. The hair's a lost cause. He's not doing it any good touching it, but it's compulsive.
And he doesn't see through her acting, but he also doesn't know how else to take the pointed comment about leading people on. She's asking because—why else would she say it that way, right? Maybe? If not, then—?
His chest feels tight, in that excited, pleasant, familiar way that only a really cute girl can bring on just right.]
Uh . . . maybe you don't mean it this way, but just so you know, you don't have anything to worry about. Y'know, about standing a chance or not.
[She considers that for a moment before there's another peal of laughter and she pulls her feet out of the water, standing up to her full height and holding out a hand to him. She's absolutely not acknowledging that right now. It's a strange thing to think about, and something she'll mull over in private.
(For example, she can think about why it makes her stomach flip in the same way it usually does about Yu. People tell her she's gorgeous all the time. Why was this different?)]
Let's keep going. We still have a lot to check out don't you think?
[He looks up at her when she stands, and privately thinks, I'm pretty sure there's nothing else I'm gonna check out here as much as I'm checking you out right now.
But instead of saying that—he might have already been pushing his luck with the last thing he said, he knows—he reaches up to grab her hand and gets to his feet, dropping his shoes so he can step back into them.
She's not saying yes . . . but she's not saying no, either. That's good, right? It's good for him, at least: if she'd done something like turn around and ask him out, he's not actually sure what he would have done. He needs his own time on this kind of thing. So for now? This seems pretty ideal.]
Yeah, I'm ready! I've still gotta get my revenge for the slide!
[Well considering her shirt is still wet and see-through...but she's not thinking of that. Her mind's already moved on and when he's up on his feet she's slipping her shoes on as well. They'll figure this out eventually.]
Hmmm. Revenge? I'd like to see you try. [She turns and folds her hands behind her back, turning to look back at him for a brief moment as she begins to walk.] C'mon. Let's go check out the wave pool.
[It'll be a good day, she thinks. They can move past that conversation, spend the rest of the day checking out the park, and distracting each other from the aftermath of the robots. It's perfect.]
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I think I'll be the judge of that. [Another nudge.] I guess everyone could chip in if we don't make the price too high. [She's putting some real thought into this.] The park would make a lot of money on food and supplies like sunscreen and towels which would double its revenue plus whatever we pay to have the place to ourselves, but in order to get everybody here we'd need a really good selling point. You remember Lili's festival don't you? I was running an event of my own and one of the biggest things to get everybody to come was ice cream. I'll see if I can coordinate something with the owner.
[She doesn't give a verbal confirmation just yet about his hair though, instead reaching over to fluff it up a bit with her hand.] What's so bad about looking younger anyway? [She probably looks a little younger herself now that her make-up's worn off thanks to their swim but not by much.] That's why you always spike it up? To look older? Must take a lot of time.
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[And he is nothing if not cool. Or so he'd like to think. He laughs and ducks his head a little when she messes up his hair, though; it's already a mess, he can't even be mad.]
Ah, that's why I grew a beard, though . . . that's part of the look too, but I definitely look way younger without it. And beauty's totally worth the time!
[Wait. He reconsiders that.]
Not that I'd call myself "beautiful." I save that for girls.
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But she gets it. She gets having certain things to have certain looks. Isn't that a large part of being an idol? Isn't that why she's currently the absolute picture of femininity right now? She definitely gets it. That doesn't stop her from pouting slightly.]
And what makes a girl beautiful anyway?
[Good luck, Leon.]
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But he knows how he feels about this, and it doesn't immediately occur to him to answer in any other way:]
Hey, there's all different kinds! Y'know? A beautiful girl's just beautiful! If she looks good, she'll look good in any situation. It'll come through however you see her! And different girls have different beautiful things about 'em, too, so it's not like anyone has to be a perfect 10 in every way to be sexy. Ah, but that doesn't mean every girl's my type either . . . those're different things. Know what I mean?
[Wait, though. When he pauses, he takes a moment to consider, and then flashes her a slightly sheepish look.]
. . . Was that a trick question?
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…the sad thing is that she's a good actor. She's calculating to herself, but she looks up at him with a more demure, curious expression instead.]
Not really. But you know the next question is what kind of girl is your type. You don't wanna lead people on if they don't stand a chance, do you? That just seems cruel.
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And he doesn't see through her acting, but he also doesn't know how else to take the pointed comment about leading people on. She's asking because—why else would she say it that way, right? Maybe? If not, then—?
His chest feels tight, in that excited, pleasant, familiar way that only a really cute girl can bring on just right.]
Uh . . . maybe you don't mean it this way, but just so you know, you don't have anything to worry about. Y'know, about standing a chance or not.
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(For example, she can think about why it makes her stomach flip in the same way it usually does about Yu. People tell her she's gorgeous all the time. Why was this different?)]
Let's keep going. We still have a lot to check out don't you think?
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But instead of saying that—he might have already been pushing his luck with the last thing he said, he knows—he reaches up to grab her hand and gets to his feet, dropping his shoes so he can step back into them.
She's not saying yes . . . but she's not saying no, either. That's good, right? It's good for him, at least: if she'd done something like turn around and ask him out, he's not actually sure what he would have done. He needs his own time on this kind of thing. So for now? This seems pretty ideal.]
Yeah, I'm ready! I've still gotta get my revenge for the slide!
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Hmmm. Revenge? I'd like to see you try. [She turns and folds her hands behind her back, turning to look back at him for a brief moment as she begins to walk.] C'mon. Let's go check out the wave pool.
[It'll be a good day, she thinks. They can move past that conversation, spend the rest of the day checking out the park, and distracting each other from the aftermath of the robots. It's perfect.]