surprising and uncanny
Rogue had the script for Much Ado About Nothing in her hand as she strode brusquely down the beach. It was not her copy. It was, in fact, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce's copy, and she would not give it back to him.
"Because," she continued, "you're startin' to talk funny! Funnier'n usual. You need a break, English." She smiled brightly at him over her shoulder. "I'm just makin' sure you take it."
Wesley gave Rogue a rather needless look of distress, knowing that while he might be obsessing mildly over his dialogue and more precisely, the monologue, he was hardly a man without purpose. And he knew he wasn't so terrible yet. But nonetheless, she had taken it and that meant he either acquiesced to her whims or spend hours at the bookshelf begging it back. "And this plan involves the beach, I presume?"
"Well, clearly," she said, tucking the play into the back pocket of her cutoff shorts. "Nothin' like some sun and some waves to clear your head 'n wake up your body and provide a distraction! Though t'be fair, I'm already distracting you, so the beach'll just to the rest." There wasn't a cloud in the sky overhead, just a low bank of them far off in the distance, and ocean seemed to be a fair mood and clear as crystal. She smiled out at it, then peeled her shirt off and toed off the bright orange flipflops she'd found in the basement, dropping both off to the side.
"Gosh, that sun feel wonderful," she murmured, wishing she could get closer to it.
Her words were met with a rueful smile from Wesley and he nearly made a comment about her 'distracting' him, but then she was taking off her clothes and rendering Wesley more than a little speechless. He cleared his throat, adjusting the tie he was wearing that tie atop his button-down. "Yes, quite."
"What does that mean?" Rogue asked, frowning a little, shaking her head and walking over to loosen his tie without even a moment's pause for thought. They were at the beach. No ties on the beach. "'Quite'. Betsy always said that too, like it was a whole durn sentence. Which it isn't." Successfully undone, she folded it neatly and dropped it onto her t-shirt, turning away, and looping her thumbs in the belt oops of her shorts in preparation of shimmying out of them.
"It's just a oh my God," she said, eyes focusing on the waves, stilling. "Wesley, did you see-?" She gasped a little, taking a few steps forward, squinting at the water. The waves were shining, topped with white from the reflection of the sun but-
There, she saw it again. Four slim white shapes, distinctly separate from the waves, cutting smoothly through the water, fins trailing droplets as they went. She grabbed his arm, feeling herself seize up with the sort of excitement small children get over the ice cream truck.
"Oh mah God, they're dolphins."
Wesley had been loosening the buttons of his shirt, knowing that they would aid in the sweltering heat of the damn place when he felt her excitement and the grasp of his arm. "It can't possibly..." he had begun to say, but a quick glance to the ocean proved her right. There were dolphins in the shallow waters, close enough to see and not protecting any boat. "Fascinating!" he remarked, eyes wide. He turned to give Rogue a bright, beaming smile with a laugh. "Have you never seen them before?"
"Ah have!" she said, brightly, accent thickening with pure giddiness, "sure Ah have but not in ages! They're so beautiful!" She let go of his arm, still beaming, and ran to where the waves could lap at her bare feet, lifting a hand to shield her eyes. They jumped. She laughed, surprised and delighted.
"Oh my gosh, just look at 'em."
[Gathering style! Tag Wes, tag Rogue, tag Wes AND Rogue, whichever you prefer, or just tag in independently and watch the dolphins! OMG DOLPHINS!]
"Because," she continued, "you're startin' to talk funny! Funnier'n usual. You need a break, English." She smiled brightly at him over her shoulder. "I'm just makin' sure you take it."
Wesley gave Rogue a rather needless look of distress, knowing that while he might be obsessing mildly over his dialogue and more precisely, the monologue, he was hardly a man without purpose. And he knew he wasn't so terrible yet. But nonetheless, she had taken it and that meant he either acquiesced to her whims or spend hours at the bookshelf begging it back. "And this plan involves the beach, I presume?"
"Well, clearly," she said, tucking the play into the back pocket of her cutoff shorts. "Nothin' like some sun and some waves to clear your head 'n wake up your body and provide a distraction! Though t'be fair, I'm already distracting you, so the beach'll just to the rest." There wasn't a cloud in the sky overhead, just a low bank of them far off in the distance, and ocean seemed to be a fair mood and clear as crystal. She smiled out at it, then peeled her shirt off and toed off the bright orange flipflops she'd found in the basement, dropping both off to the side.
"Gosh, that sun feel wonderful," she murmured, wishing she could get closer to it.
Her words were met with a rueful smile from Wesley and he nearly made a comment about her 'distracting' him, but then she was taking off her clothes and rendering Wesley more than a little speechless. He cleared his throat, adjusting the tie he was wearing that tie atop his button-down. "Yes, quite."
"What does that mean?" Rogue asked, frowning a little, shaking her head and walking over to loosen his tie without even a moment's pause for thought. They were at the beach. No ties on the beach. "'Quite'. Betsy always said that too, like it was a whole durn sentence. Which it isn't." Successfully undone, she folded it neatly and dropped it onto her t-shirt, turning away, and looping her thumbs in the belt oops of her shorts in preparation of shimmying out of them.
"It's just a oh my God," she said, eyes focusing on the waves, stilling. "Wesley, did you see-?" She gasped a little, taking a few steps forward, squinting at the water. The waves were shining, topped with white from the reflection of the sun but-
There, she saw it again. Four slim white shapes, distinctly separate from the waves, cutting smoothly through the water, fins trailing droplets as they went. She grabbed his arm, feeling herself seize up with the sort of excitement small children get over the ice cream truck.
"Oh mah God, they're dolphins."
Wesley had been loosening the buttons of his shirt, knowing that they would aid in the sweltering heat of the damn place when he felt her excitement and the grasp of his arm. "It can't possibly..." he had begun to say, but a quick glance to the ocean proved her right. There were dolphins in the shallow waters, close enough to see and not protecting any boat. "Fascinating!" he remarked, eyes wide. He turned to give Rogue a bright, beaming smile with a laugh. "Have you never seen them before?"
"Ah have!" she said, brightly, accent thickening with pure giddiness, "sure Ah have but not in ages! They're so beautiful!" She let go of his arm, still beaming, and ran to where the waves could lap at her bare feet, lifting a hand to shield her eyes. They jumped. She laughed, surprised and delighted.
"Oh my gosh, just look at 'em."
[Gathering style! Tag Wes, tag Rogue, tag Wes AND Rogue, whichever you prefer, or just tag in independently and watch the dolphins! OMG DOLPHINS!]