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Jan 17, 2009 17:21

He felt ridiculous.

He probably should have known better than to let Coraline choose the bathing costume. If he had known better, maybe he wouldn't have ended up in a bikini with a ladybird pattern but at least, in letting her chose, he'd avoided the box giving him an endless string of suits similiar to ones Fiona had worn.

He could cope with ladybirds.

Lying stretched out on his belly on a blanket on the warm sand. He leaned his chin in his hand and kicked his feet in the air and, for about the fifieth time in five minutes, he huffed his fringe out of his eyes.

Not for the first time that day, he wondered how the hell Ros and Fiona had done this.

remy, genderswap, coraline

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