entrancelogs | time to take a stroll

[It's been ages since he last went to the seaside. Obviously not since the apocalypse, but even before that it had all been school and grades and there just had never been time to go. Not that a beach in England had the same appeal as a holiday in Spain or something like some of his friends had got.

So this is nice.

He's brought a few cans of beer and some food (they actually had bao, just like his grandad had made) and settles down on a blanket in the sun.]

Please tell me you are not spending the entire time we're down here parked here on the towels.

[Simon's wearing tropical-colored swim trunks, because why not, and looking far too thrilled to be out and about on a beach. he fixes Sam with a mischievous grin that doesn't bode well for chances of that continuing, his hands propped on his hips.]

[Sam gives him a wary look.]

Yes. Yes I am. You're gonna turn into a lobster though.

[Simon waved away the concern.]

I've lotion, it's not a big deal. I know how to be careful. And no, no you are not.

[Sam snorted.]

White guys always say that. Went on holiday once with a couple of friends from uni and they swore blind they'd be fine and ended up bright pink.

I've spent more than my fair share of time perfecting a tan. I've also spent more than my fair share of time as a lobster, so I'd rather avoid that, thanks. I brought a cover for when the sun gets hotter a little later on, but for the moment it's fine. Which is why you should come into the water while it's early yet.

Never needed to worry about looking tanned personally. [Sam grinned unrepentantly up at him. He pushes himself up to his feet. He should enjoy it while he has chance he supposes. ]

Alright, let's go.

[Simon affectionately swats him across the back of the head before grinning wickedly.]

So glad you agree.

[Which is all the warning Sam gets before Simon tackles him about the middle so he can boost him over one shoulder and make a mad dash for the waves.]

[Sam doesn't get a moment to reply before Simon grabs him and hoists him up, leaving Sam laughing and indignant and slapping at Simon's back as he's carried towards the water.]

No! Simon! Put me down right now!

What was that? I didn't hear you!

[Simon's tone is laughing and entirely unrepentant as he dashes them towards the water, not even pausing as he hits the surf. His expression is wicked, although Sam's not i a position to see it at the moment.]

What was that you said? Put you down? Are you certain?

You liar! Put me down Simon! [He's still laughing though, and the spray splashes up from Simon's ankles.]

Put you down? Is that what you said?

[He's waded a little deeper now and there's a wave coming in, a rather large one, so he puts on one more dash of speed.]

Alright, you asked for it! Deep breath, Sammy!

[He's not in the habit of giving much warning for anything today. Just like that he dives them into the approaching wave, one more than deep enough to keep them safely afloat, although Sam's likely to get dislodged from his shoulder along the way.]

Yes!

[He has only a second to realise what Simon intends and then he's soaked through, knocked away from Simon and he comes up spluttering and drenched, bedraggled like a wet puppy.]

You complete and utter bastard.

[Simon is laughing with possibly-maniacal glee as he sits in water up past his chest, looking just as wet as Sam, his hair sticking up in spikes all over his head.]

Oh shut up, you love it. You were coming in anyway, I just sped up the process a bit.

[Sam stands up, dripping everywhere and halfway to laughing as well.]

I didn't mean to dump me in! At least it's not too cold.

It's perfect, quit whining and enjoy it.

[And to emphasize his point, he cups his hand and splashes it into the water, scooping up water to send it flying at where Sam's now standing.]

I am not whining!

[He splashes Simon back in retaliation. Because he deserves it.]

Are too.

[Oh, it's on now, Yao. Simon dives under the next wave, staying down and out of sight as he lets the tide carry him closer and he reaches out to snag Sam's ankle.]

Edited 2014-07-12 01:19 (UTC)

[Sam yelps when he's grabbed by Simon and dragged under the water again, kicking and flailing. He manages to grab Simon though, and shoves him back underwater as soon as he emerges.]

[ Simon subdues his laughter only because he enjoys not drowning, and reaches out to slide fingers over Sam's ticklish middle under the water instead. ]

[Sam gasps and shrieks with laughter, shoving at Simon.]

No! Simon... no tickling!!

[ Simon surfaces with a laugh again, deftly avoiding Sam's shoves as he gives him an unrepentant grin. ]

Spoilsport.

I can't believe I'm the mature one here.

...Oh god, Janine really is rubbing off on me.

What, and me not there to watch?

[ Simon's smirking despite the playfully disappointed look he shooks Sam, then breaks into laughter again. ]

That's terrible. You need better role models, Sam.

Pretty sure you're the one she's rubbing off on.

[Sam mutters it and he still looks over his shoulder just in case Janine is listening. He half expects to hear her.]

Like who? Janine and Major de Santa are brilliant. I owe them everything.

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