ONE HUNDRED EIGHTEEN

[tehpuck]

Darling? Dearest? Shortstuff? You're supposed to be the wife, why don't you make me breakfast? You know, be the mothering sort. Practice what you preach, or some such.

I will be lounging. Bring it out to me if you so require, I'll be out on the terrace. You know, the one I bought with my finances? Because I don't owe benefactors mysterious funds?

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|| What Pool? ||

[ishiah]

[Someone tall, Nordic looking and half dressed pads his way out onto the terrace, clutching a large pool net. Distracted by the views offered of the opulence inside the house, he hasn't noticed Robin there. But when he does:]

Oh! Oh, Mr. Goodfellow, you are startling me! I am just... you are having such a premium rate house, I am very much wondering what it is like to be inside you.

|| What Pool? ||

[tehpuck]

[And Robin... stares. Why did they hire him again? If Robin ever has any doubts, he just has to remember this highly enjoyable moment.]

Yes, I was just wondering the same thing.

[His smile is bright and his voice casual as he flops down on a beach chair. Pointing to a spec of nothing some distance away,] Dear boy, I believe you've dropped something over there?

[Whoever said there was a problem with immigration needed to take a step back and look at the finer things in life. A fantastic example, the display of obvious artwork in front of him. Maybe Holly should add this to her platform.]

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[ishiah]

[Ishiah looks uncertain as the owner of the household looks him over, surreptitiously trying to check for himself what there is to stare at. But oh! It's only a silly mistake he's made. Dropping something. What could he have dropped?]

Perhaps is only leaf, Mr. Goodfellow. Your pool is attracting leafs like the doings of an animal is attracting flies, as they say in my country. This is not to compare your pool to the doings of an animal, no, no. This is dirty. Your pool, I clean it!

[Speech made, he turns in the direction indicated and makes a throurough investigation of the terracotta tilework in search of this one stray leaf. Hmm. He bends for a closer look, but,]

Is no leafs, sir. You are sure it is here you are seeing something?

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[tehpuck]

You know, I'm sure I saw something. I can't be hallucinating this early in the day; that's simply unheard of. I'd need another margarita for that, maybe. With salt.

[Of course, Robin is mostly distracted by the monument of artwork that is the human form in front of him. Thus, he rambles. But, really, who can blame him?]

|| What Pool? ||

[ishiah]

[He may not be so good with the american words, but he can take a hint. Straightening up, he smiles toothpaste-commercial bright (it is the american way, and his job comes with dental!)]

I make you something to wet your mouth, yes? One moment.

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[tehpuck]

[And, obviously, he has dental for good reason! Far more contented than he was moments ago, Robin reclines, thinking on how he should go out sunbathing more often... preferably with this sort of company.]

You've already done just that, I believe, but the thought is so appreciate I've no choice but to accept. Frozen, if you would be so accomidating.

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[ishiah]

I am happy to be accomodating you. Mr. Goodfellow is always so polite, already you have taken much time from your busy schedule to give me the 'hands on' tour. I am always appreciating your 'hands on'.

[And Ishiah blushes, hoping the handsome handsome Mr. Goodfellow won't notice too much as he comes back from the poolside bar with a perfectly blended cocktail of tequila and crushed ice.]

|| What Pool? ||

[tehpuck]

[While Robin is left covering his mouth to avoid a laugh-- he doubts Ishiah would appreciate it, much less understand it. And then... no, it must be all the sun Ishiah gets, surely not a blush, surely. Robin takes the drink with a grateful nod of his head.]

And I do so enjoy giving them. Tell me, next time, when you're feeling... susseptible to one, and I'll be sure to fit it into my schedule, however busy.

|| What Pool? ||

[ishiah]

[A tan, on this pure icelandic complexion? He's too new at the job to be ruddy as a farmboy just yet. Embarrassed, he rubs at his cheeks and only makes matters worse.]

Oh, no no. I cannot be making the demands, like diva or rock star. I am, as your famous Jello she say, 'just Jenny from the block'.

Or, Ishiah. I am Ishiah. From a block.

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[tehpuck]

...Ishiah from the block.

[Robin rolls the title around on his tongue, along with sips of this fantastic drink (kudos, Ishiah), but ultimately decides that something is essentially wrong with the equasions.]

No, I think just 'Ishiah' will do, thank you. Ishiah, who has enough merit worm his way into my busy schedule if he should so please. [Trying for that blush, again. It's hardly unnotable... and very aesthetically pleasing. It goes well with the shirtless motif Ishiah's already established.]

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[ishiah]

Ah, yes! Merit. I get it at school, and am coming to your country for futher the education, and work for Mr. Goodfellow, who has good name. Is very suit.

[And yet here he is, just conversing, while he's being paid to work.]

A-Ah- I clean pool now, yes?

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[tehpuck]

No, no, no. [While, yes, the pool must be cleaned eventually, that is hardly at the top of Robin's priority list. He arches up from his reclining position, waving Ishiah over.]

Unless that's really what your heart is set on, I've a far better idea for you, hmm?

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[ishiah]

[And Ishiah, ever obedient, trots over to hover somewhere within arms reach. It would be far too assuming to sit, yes? Although maybe there is somewhere he could perch...]

Yes? Give me your ideas, I will do my best for make your wish come true.

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[tehpuck]

[Robin, smiling smug and plotting, pats the seat next to him on the beach chair, scootching up to make some room. He definitely has an idea, all right.]

I'll give you one. I think it's been my best all day. You can take credit as my muse, if you will.

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[ishiah]

[Oh, well if he's invited? He sits down, helplessly blushing again.]

Muse? Ah- I am not so good with the traditions of your country. Mr. Goodfellow is an artist?

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[tehpuck]

Greece, actually. My country, but why split hairs. My idea is much more time consuming.

[And, smiling in spite of himself at that blush-- that he shouldn't be nearly this entranced with, having never seen it before, right?-- Robin leans in to kiss Ishiah. His hands go to other, just as worthwhile, persuits, like tugging needingly at the waistband of Ishiah's swimsuit.]