Manchaghast Cabin on The Siren, Tuesday Afternoon

[ultron_junior]

Victor had spent the morning out and about, but after lunch he came back to the cabin and flopped back on his bed. He meant to just change into a swimsuit and head for the beach, but he found his eyes wandering toward Olive's side of the cabin and stayed where he was just to think for a minute.

He liked sharing the space with her. He'd been a little nervous that the whole experience would be awkward, but it hadn't been: It was like hanging out on the trips they'd taken together before, except at the end of the day they went to sleep in the same room. It was just they'd been dating a while now, and he'd thought maybe ...

Never mind what he thought. Things were good, and he wasn't about to wreck the relationship by pushing for more than they had. Even if some part of him wanted to.

[OOC: For the girl, and headed into the land of NSFW.]

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[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

After her delightful morning of snorkeling, Olive padded back up to the room she shared with Victor -- which, by the way, was both sort of awesome and a little scary. Not because of anything he'd done or said, but...well. Her issues. Though, really, the more time she spent with him, the more those issues felt like excuses she was making to herself.

Because seriously, it wasn't like she didn't want to. But it was...scary. Shut up.

But the awesomeness outweighed the scary, anyway. Case in point: when Olive, bikini'd and sarong'd and fresh from the bay wandered in and found Victor right there, all conveniently. "I totally just went snorkeling for the first time and a little fish swam headfirst into my mask and then swam off again," she greeted him excitably. "It was pretty nifty."