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[graparu]

[Sitting on the edge of the thermal pools is Grapple, a sombre expression on her face and her journal in her hand.]

Y'know, I never had much of a home. And whatever I find I kinda just... lose again. Kinda getting sick of it.

[Welp, someone is feeling down. She sighs and forces herself to pep up a bit.]

Still, I'm alive. Saved again from whatever the

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[idkmybffjoe]

[Since she's perfectly camouflaged, and Sean thinks he's alone in the pools (and wouldn't care too much if the opposite was true), he will just be peeling off his sweat-stained shirt thank you very much. It gets thrown off to the nearest wall. His pants -- breeches yoinked from the Clothier's Tower -- are following in record time.

If Grapple doesn't announce her presence she's going to have a naked Ivers boy on her hands.]

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[graparu]

[She perks at the sound of someone near and, when it's Sean, Grapple breathes a steady sigh of relief. Before she can get a word in, the man is near starkers.

Grapple coughs and materializes from her place in the pool, top half covered by the water but shoulders bare enough to suggest she's almost as naked as him.]

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[idkmybffjoe]

[Sean's eyebrows leap into his fringe, more brownish than blond. Someone has been neglecting their cut.]

That the way of it then?

[His thumbs are already twisted into the band of his boxers, and he seriously entertains the thought of forging onward without a scrap of clothing, but. . . he would rather she stayed. His brother is here in the Keep somewhere, but he can't, or won't, see Sean.

Her company would be nice.]

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[graparu]

I got here first.

[She's joking, or trying to joke. Grapple's sense of humour is a little broken right now. She does however, shift that she's not hiding quite so much, but keeps herself covered.]

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[idkmybffjoe]

[His thumbs unhook and Sean squats to work on his boot laces. Broken as her humor may be, she gets a rough snort out of the man.]

Had no idea we were regressin' to that age again. Should I put a sign up outside? No girls allowed, I'd write.

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[graparu]

Oh har har. Keep your cooties out of my pool and I won't have to stomp on your sandcastle.

[Hey, she's smirking a little.]

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[idkmybffjoe]

None of the other girls complain about me cooties. I think yer in denial.

[Sean kicks off one boot and then the other. He appears to be comfortable enough in just his boxers, stretching his arms above his head. It's blatant as hell, but hey. He likes to be admired as much as he likes to admire.

Just in case she misses the hint -- he knows she won't -- he grins brazenly at Grapple from the rim of the pools.]

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[graparu]

[She sees that strut and gives him the admiration he's after, but only for a short moment. Grapple leans back where she sits, rests her head on the edge and shuts her eyes.]

Or maybe I'm the only one smart enough to realize it.

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[idkmybffjoe]

[Sean Ivers is above pouting, dammit.

He sighs raggedly, putting a beleaguered droop into his swagger. Amazingly, the combination works. Practice makes perfect.

There's nothing outright wounded in his expression when he sinks into the water across from her, but he manages the hint well enough.]

Don't go tellin' anyone. Spent years on that sandcastle.

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[graparu]

[Grapple smiles at that and cracks her eyes open to look at him. The man is in her pool now, and old urges kick back into play. They've always been close, two people who met through work that kinda clicked from the start. Grapple understood Sean and the way his twisted little mind worked, or at least she liked to think she did.

Either way, Sean is probably her best friend aside from Fred, and the attraction's always been there. The look she gives him next is as smooth and potentially inviting as his own.]

Your secret is safe with me.

[For all she likes Sean, Grapple won't ever push for more than what they have. Nor will she ever speak of it, at least where he might hear.]

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[idkmybffjoe]

[For the most part, she knows him. Better than most ever will. And Sean likes it that way; the less people who know him for what he is the easier his stay at the Keep will be. Same policy he had on the MS Elegante. A few slip-ups here and there (that debacle with the boy in the fight ring), but other than that, he's deliberately avoided leaving bad blood trickling behind.

Sean flicks a droplet of water at her, lackadaisical.]

How 'bout it, darlin'? Got any castles you don't want me trippin' in on?

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[graparu]

[She draws her knees to her chest and crosses her ankles, leaning forward as she does and rests her chin on her knuckle. Her expression is amused.]

Are you asking if you can come play in my sandpit, Sean?

[Her expression is as innocent as ever.]

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[idkmybffjoe]

[He's got that super-seedy grin of his plastered on.]

Depends. If ye think it could do with some airin' out, aye.

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[graparu]

[And just like that, her expression clouds. Grapple shoots Sean a rather dark look and splashes a wave of water at him.]

I haven't been that long without.

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[idkmybffjoe]

[The noise that comes out of him would be called a giggle, were it coming out of somebody else. He gets water up his nose and sneezes violently, unable to stop his chuckling.]

Just teasin', lass, don't get yer dander up in a fluff. Go on, take a shot at me. First one's free.

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[graparu]

[Like the mature adult she is, Grapple sticks her tongue out at him. She does however look a little less annoyed. Tread carefully, Sean.]

It's not as fun when you're asking for it.