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[failureisntachoice]

[ An automated voice speaks because someone hasn't bothered to set up a proper voicemail. The only part in her voice is her name. ] You have reached Agent Texas. Leave a message at the tone.

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[dendarii]

[ He is beyond flushed, just completely red. Reddening even more so as her thumb brushes across his lip. ]

Afraid so. My apologies, you are just - exciting.

[failureisntachoice]

It's a good color on you.

[ It'll be hard to forget the look on his face next time she sees him. With some reluctance, she slides off of him, rolling onto the blanket beside him. Teasing: ] You've got that lean-to of yours if you need a moment.

[dendarii]

[ Now he looks embarrassed, his face screwing up a bit. ]

I couldn't do that. Go off and - during the date, goodness. Rude in the extreme.

[failureisntachoice]

[ She elbows him, lightly of course. ] So you do have some shame.

[ There's a brief pause as she watches him out of the corner of her eyes. He's certainly different. Her focus shifts skyward as she says something that rarely crosses her lips. ] Thanks for setting this up.

[dendarii]

A small amount, somewhere.

[ He shifts, a bit, to a more comfortable position. Ah ... that's good too. He's glad to drink in her expression just the same. ]

Of course. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[failureisntachoice]

[ She settles so one arm rests behind her head as a cushion while the one near him is by his side. When was the last time she took the time to stare at the stars like this? ]

I get the feeling you did too. Think you can top this on the second? [ Date, that is. He's earned her consideration for another one anyway. ]

[dendarii]

[ He inches closer at that, leaning very lightly against her. Snorting just a little at that phrasing. ]

I'm going to try. Hard enough that even failure ought to be entertaining.

[failureisntachoice]

[ She doesn't doubt that one bit. If he succeeds this well, his failures must be amazing to watch. ]

If you haven't managed to talk your way into owning a vehicle yet, I can even pick you up next time. [ She remembers the approving look he had given the motorcycle when she first arrived. ]

[dendarii]

[ Gosh. Miles immediately brightens at the prospect. ]

Could you give me a ride home too?

[failureisntachoice]

[ There's a quick glance at the wine before she remembers that's not an issue for her. Old habits and memories die hard. ]

Yeah, I can. I don't have an extra helmet, but you can use mine if you promise not to leave smudges on the visor.

[dendarii]

Of course. I'll be exceptionally careful with it.

[ He can't help but grin a bit. ]

[failureisntachoice]

[ If he came by himself and didn't have a ride... She sits up to look around at everything he brought with him. ]

How did you get all of this here?

[dendarii]

[ It's an impressive array, yes. ]

Tarps are waterproof. Blanket and food were delivered. The wine I carried too.

[failureisntachoice]

I hope you cleaned the bottle off before chilling it. [ That's good to know, that he can take more than just people through with his teleportation ability.

Without a glance over at him, she reaches to give his hand a light squeeze before she's standing and ready to pack things up. ] Figure out what you want to take back, not all of it is going to fit in my bags.

[dendarii]

I did, though the water I end up in is always perfectly fine. No sewage thus far.

[ That small gesture is enough to fluster him a bit; he reddens, taking it in. ]

... The wine and the tarps, if we can. The food we can leave for the seagulls. As much as I hate to waste it.

[failureisntachoice]

You want the whiskey too? Consider it another souvenir. And I need you to get up if you want the tarp along.

[ She nudges her helmet off the edge and into the sand with her foot. She stares at him expectantly as she reaches for the corners of the tarp. ]

[dendarii]

[ Miles brightens instantly. ]

Yes, if you'll part with it. And if we have enough room.

[ He also obligingly gets up off the tarp. ]

[failureisntachoice]

Only if you text me after a few drinks. [ Because she has a feeling drunk texts from him would be gold. Now that he's moved, she starts sliding whatever's left of the food out of the way so she can fold the tarp into some semblance of order. ]

We can make room.

[dendarii]

Deal.

[ He helps gather things too - eyes the blintzes, decides to at least pack them ultra carefully back into the basket that had held the food and see if he can't get them back unsquished. Everything else he leaves for the birds.

He has a brief, wild moment of temptation to grab onto everything he can and see if he can get them to shrink down along with him. Alas, he'd miss out on seeing the motorcycle ride that way, and he'd much rather have that than a tiny sandwich plate. Abandoning it all to the seagulls it is. ]

... That should be all.

[failureisntachoice]

[ She's about to gather everything up when she remembers she's forgetting one important part. With a smirk, she picks up her helmet and slides it onto his head.

She teases, ] Don't want you breaking anything.

[ Tarp under one arm and the bottles of alcohol in her other, she heads to her motorcycle to pack what she can in her saddlebags. ]

[dendarii]

[ Too big, but he'll manage. She can just about hear his grin underneath it. ]

Alas, we're protecting the wrong part of my body in that case. I'm too hard-headed.

[ Miles, meanwhile, goes to inspect the motorcycle. Not so different from a lightflyer, he supposes. ]

[failureisntachoice]

[ It's a good look for him even if it doesn't fit. Her gaze lingers on him a moment before she slides onto the seat. ]

It'll have to do, I didn't bring the suit. Think you can hold on tight enough?

[dendarii]

As long as you don't mind me clinging a little.

[failureisntachoice]

Rather that than you slipping off.

[ She glances back at him and motions for him to slide on with her. She has other reasons for wanting him that close while driving. For one, she'll be able to feel his every move as they twist and turn through the streets and the other...

Well, she can't say she minded how close they were earlier. ]

[dendarii]

Practical, ah. A woman after my own heart.

[ Both are good. Both are very good. Miles is already excited about the prospect of riding this thing, especially with Tex. The grin in his voice just intensifies. ]

How fast can you go on this thing?