He's tanned, too. But there's no red, because his genetic dictates that he be able to tan with a nearly obnoxious grace. Even with the tattoos. And even with the beach, which is too hot, uncomfortably sandy, and full of loud people, he is ... enjoying himself. Enjoying himself enough to presently be enjoying the view of the lit-up harbor from their hotel room, smoking a cigarette and finishing the martini - he had no idea whose it was - that was left on the low table.
"That's what room service is for," he says over his shoulder, flopping his head back even though he can't quite see her.
She knows all about this lack-of-burn he's got going on, and she loathes him for it in her own way, which means getting revenge in little ways that probably don't look like revenge to him at all. Most of her revenge is insubstantial anyway, and most of it involves being somewhat teasing. She's still trying to perfect it all, really.
Faye doesn't feel like sticking around in the bathroom anymore, so she comes out into the main room and tries to make it seem as though she isn't automatically gravitating toward where he's standing. But, hey, she smells smoke and he looks like he's drinking something interesting.
"Does that mean you grew a brain and called it or something?" she asks, next to him now and pressing her nose against the glass. There's the Merlion. And it works, too.
He puts out his cigarette and steps up behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle and resting his chin on her shoulder (lightly, and not where it's red). The martini is still in hand, held gently out of the way before her.
"I did." He kisses her neck, chaste, and then just watches the view. It really is beautiful. The fountain, he feels, is exactly what she needed to see.
It's still strange, all of this. Not Frederick, it's not strange anymore, it's anything but strange now. But Singapore in general, seeing it this way - she keeps expecting to wake up, moreso than she ever did in the City.
Faye makes a soft noise in the back of her throat when he kisses her neck, just enjoying it for what it is, before she lightly snatches that martini and takes a drink because she needs to distract herself. Then she turns, back to the window, facing him, and drops her arms over his shoulders, glass and all. "You know, if I didn't know better I'd say you were trying to keep me here. This is like kidnapping. I'm a prisoner." Her tone is somewhat haughty, but she's obviously playing games.
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"That's what room service is for," he says over his shoulder, flopping his head back even though he can't quite see her.
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Faye doesn't feel like sticking around in the bathroom anymore, so she comes out into the main room and tries to make it seem as though she isn't automatically gravitating toward where he's standing. But, hey, she smells smoke and he looks like he's drinking something interesting.
"Does that mean you grew a brain and called it or something?" she asks, next to him now and pressing her nose against the glass. There's the Merlion. And it works, too.
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"I did." He kisses her neck, chaste, and then just watches the view. It really is beautiful. The fountain, he feels, is exactly what she needed to see.
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Faye makes a soft noise in the back of her throat when he kisses her neck, just enjoying it for what it is, before she lightly snatches that martini and takes a drink because she needs to distract herself. Then she turns, back to the window, facing him, and drops her arms over his shoulders, glass and all. "You know, if I didn't know better I'd say you were trying to keep me here. This is like kidnapping. I'm a prisoner." Her tone is somewhat haughty, but she's obviously playing games.
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