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time to take a stroll

Who: Quinn + EVERYBODY
Where: The beach
When: June 25
Rating: --
Summary: Quinn announced a beach party on the network. Or just a get together. Bring your own whatever you want to do. Mingle mingle mingle

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[Score! He motions at the umbrella he'd gotten ready. There's even a little bag with refreshments- not Piper's horn, but they are still getting free food and he plans on making the most of it.]

I've also got sunscreen. [Since he needs it. A lot.]

[He might.]

[She was barely familiar with the stuff; sunscreen was first widely used around the mid-1940s. Long after her death.]

That's...the cream you put in your skin, right? [Trying to think back to Camp Jupiter. Some of the fairer skinned campers had mentioned it in the past.] Is that something we really need?

[A second goes by while he processes, once more, she's from the past. It's like he forgets it and has to be reminded each time, he just hopes it doesn't bother Hazel. He shrugs then, as if pretending he hadn't just had an 'oh right' moment.]

I definitely do. I spend 5 minutes under the sun without it and I become kind of a lobster.

I mean, not literally like a lobster, my skin just gets all red. [He never thought he'd have to specify that one.]

[It was strange, how very little the topic had even come up back home. At Camp Jupiter, and even while they were on their quest. So much of their life had been surrounded by the concept of demigods and monsters and prophecies...they had been on equal footing throughout 90% of it.]

[Give or take, of course.]

[But now? It seemed like every other word out of Frank's mouth involved some reference or idea that was past her original time. She would have a lot of catching up to do, it seemed, before they could even consider settling down like a normal couple...]

[...]

[...not like that! Not settling down-down. Just...not having to fight all the time. Relaxing. Like that. Right.]

With you, sometimes, you never know. [She smiled faintly at the lobster not!joke] I can try some, if you think it'll help. I'd rather not look like a lobster, either.

[He shrugs, unaware of Hazel's inner musings. He's just happy to be with her, even with awkward time mishaps.] It never hurts to be careful with the sun.

But I'm actually showing much more skin than you are.

I've noticed.

[...whoops, did that slip out?]

Uh...what I mean is...could you help me with my sunblock?

[That also. Slipped out.]

[He lets out a startled laugh- and yes, his cheeks turn a little red even if he tries pretend otherwise. He's actually glad Hazel got that cute swimsuit, he isn't sure he could be having this conversation had she been wearing a bikini.

Granted, now the image is kind of ingrained into her mind and the blush reaches his ears. Thank Apollo for the sun, he can pretend he's just getting slightly burnt.]

Sure. I mean- I can- on your... back?

[She nodded awkwardly, no longer trusting her own voice. What's done was done, and he had even agreed, so....might as well...go through with it? Did that sound wrong somehow?]

[A blanket was set on the ground close to the umbrella. Hazel adjusted herself so that she was sitting on her legs, with her back to Frank. Fortunately for him, there wasn't too much of her back exposed. Maybe about a third, plus her shoulders. Absently, she reached up and tried to pull some of her hair out of the way. It was getting long. Well past her shoulder snow, and as curly and unruly as ever.]

[Well, he can do this. This is fine, really- it's just him protecting his girlfriend's skin. And really, how are they supposed to have a normal relationship if he goes into combustion even before touching her? So he just reaches to help her pull the hair away from her back.]

It's cold. [He warns, putting some of the lotion on his fingers.]

I don't mind.

[A moment later, she felt a cool sensation on her back. Sitting up a little straighter, she gave the slightest inaudible gasp. Then almost laughed. It actually felt...pretty nice.]

Told you it was cold. [But it isn't chiding, just actually amused as he spreads it over all her back- or the part of her back that is visible, anyway. He tries to be gentle, almost like a massage, and it actually feels... nice. To do this for her.

But eventually he has to stop or it'd be weird.]

There you go. Want some for your face?

[It went by so much faster than she thought it would. Or maybe she simply got swept up in the moment and lost track of time. Either way, when she turned around, her face was less red and expression noticeably content.]

Sure.

[He boops her nose, putting a bit of sunscreen on it as he gives her a goofy smile.]

There.

[Okay, that was just plain cheating in every single way. Especially when he threw in the smile.]

Hey!

[She tried scrunching up her nose at him to convey her distaste. It didn't work. Soon enough, she was trying to hold back laughter. So, instead, she reached for the bottle he had in his hand, managing to collect just enough on her finger to boop on his nose.]

There. Now we match.

[He actually let her, just putting a feeble resistance and quickly reaching to get back the bottle with a mischievous grin. Or as mischievous as he got.]

Yeah, but you have to spread it. Otherwise- [Boop, boop. Two nice white lines on her cheeks now.] -your face ends up all white.

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