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The Beach - mid-morning through late afternoon, Sunday

Annette snuck out of the cabin. At least she hoped her sneaking out was successful. She didn't look around to see if anyone was watching her. She grabbed her beach towel, a book she didn't plan on reading, her ipod, and rushed out, taking herself to the beach.

She needed to be alone. Or more was the fact that she felt it necessary to hide for awhile. She was not being emo. No way. She just needed to be alone.

Once there, she spread her towel and put on her ipod, then she sat down and curled her knees to her chest, staring out over the ocean.

(it's a beach, so it's open)

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After the waking up and getting yelled at (http://orewahikari.livejournal.com/1695.html), Demyx and Roxas had fled to the beach.

"Yeah, I forgot about the no walls thing, too. I just thought we weren't that loud." He blushed with embarrassment. "But yeah, future reference, huh?"

There's something in the fact that there's going to be something like that in the future that makes Roxas grin, and poke Demyx in the side. "You're blushing."

He takes his shoes off again as they hit the sand, and slings them over his shoulder.

"I didn't, either. We weren't doing anything to be loud about."

He hasn't seen Annette, yet.

"Seriously. I don't know why they got so mad!" That, and Demyx is just a little on the dense side. He tossed his boots and coat next to Roxas' shoes, catching a glance of Annette.

"..Aw, man, we're not gonna be bothering another person, are we?"

"Well, it's kinda public..." he says, and looks around, and gives a little smile. "She's in my cabin. First person to wake me up when I overslept my first day here."

He gives her a wave, but she's kind of watching the water, so he doesn't know if she'll see or not.

"She looks kinda distracted."

"She does. Is she nice?" Demyx asked doubtfully. "She's not going to throw something at us or kick my ass with a Keybl-- oh wait," he chuckled nervously, "she couldn't do that. Nevermind!" Hello, babbling. "Oh look, water!"

He nods at near semi-sonic speed.

"Yeah, I liked her. Friendly. I don't think she'll throw anything at us."

He listens to the babbling with a very confused little look on his face, and shakes his head.

"It's a beach. Of course there's water," he says, and unzips his shirt, tossing it to the sand along with his shoes. "Are you coming in?"

"Of course!" Demyx replied quickly, running out into the waves and splashing. "How could I possibly say no to water, huh? You should know that by now~"

He wades into the water with his trousers on, really not caring - the weather's not spectacular, but it's not cold by any stretch of the imagination - and he keeps on going until it's at his chest, and then just sort of disappears under the water for a second before reappearing, soaked to the skin with his hair plastered to his head.

"Yeah, yeah, Mr. Water-controller-man."

A little further out, and he's treading water. It's not like he can dare Demyx to come out further. Demyx has probably never been afraid of water in his life.

Demyx was used to swimming in clothes. Swimming in pretty much anything, really. Or nothing. Water was, literally, his element. He dove under the waves and swam out to Roxas, popping up beside him with his own hair plastered flat. "Hi. Oh look, you're out here in my territory. Watch out for sharks~!" He began swimming around Roxas in a circle. "They'll eat you if you aren't careful."

He lets out a sort of nervous giggle - he doesn't really like sharks - and manages to follow Demyx's progress around him, splashing water at him.

"Stop trying to scare me. I'm not easy to scare."

"You should be scared," Demyx taunted, grinning. "I'm scary. I really am." And that was when he pounced Roxas, pulling him under the water for a moment.

He manages to catch his breath the second they go under the water, holding onto Demyx because he's pretty sure Demyx can't breathe underwater and they'll need to go up eventually, and stays under for as long as he can, just watching the other boy with a grin.

When he finally surfaces, shaking the hair out of his eyes, and shaking his head, he smiles. "You're way not scary."

Demyx grinned at him before they came up for air. He was able to breathe underwater at one point, but he traded that ability in a while back. And didn't regret it one bit.

"I'm not scary? Aww. I knew I was always the pushover of the Organization, but isn't that a little harsh?"

He's breathing hard, so it's a little stunted when he talks.

"Not harsh. Just... truth. You're not scary. You're all tall hair and big black jacket."

He grins, and pushes Demyx down in the water enough that he can kiss him, slinging arms around his neck.

Demyx was going to reply to that, but hey, otherwise occupied. Which was all good. And he'd just forgotten what he was planning to say, anyway. Treading water was as easy as breathing, so Demyx wrapped both arms around Roxas to help him stay floating. He pulled back to grin at the younger boy, winking at him.

"You know, maybe it's a good thing I'm not scary. If I was more like the Superior, I wouldn't get to kiss you. And that'd be really too bad."

"The Superior's scary, huh? Guess you never kissed him, then," he says with a soft look and slips down in the water, his head going to Demyx's shoulder, arms around his waist.

"It's weird. I'm never usually one for snuggling or physical contact."

Demyx shuddered. "Not because I wanted to, that's for damn sure." He wrinkled his nose at the memory, but tried to shrug it off.

"You might not usually be snuggly, but I am. I guess it rubs off?"

"And you're kinda warm."

Warmer than Roxas is, warmer than the water around them. It's calming, feels kind of... familiar.

"It's alright, right? The holding on."

"Oh yeah. It's totally fine." Demyx smiled. "Hold on all you want. I won't let you drown. Promise." Demyx didn't notice the water being cold. So Roxas would really have to say something if he was getting chilled.

"We can head in to shore, though. I think my fingers are getting pruney."

Because all he wants to be doing right now is curling up on the beach or in an alcove or on the grass or somewhere that's warm and sleep for a while longer.

If he gets to do it in someone's company, all the better for it.

"And it's kinda cold, now."

"Is it cold? Okay. Let's head in." Demyx towed him closer to the shore until they could both touch bottom, then shifted his grip to holding Roxas' hand instead.

He headed up onto the beach where they could spread out his jacket and lay down for a while.

He follows, holding onto Demyx's hand, and waits until the jacket's spread out. He curls up against Demyx's side, head on his shoulder, arm resting across his chest.

"This is nice."

Which is, of course, a complete understatement. It's comfortable, it's nice, and it's peaceful.

Stan goes for a stroll, taking in the might that is the waves, the turmoil of constantly washing the shore, breaking it down without breaking it.

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