firstworldproblem | IC Inbox (Imeeji)

[He will kick off his shoes and roll up his pants as well. He’ll sit just at the edge of the water under his umbrella and with his buckets and cake.]

Was it Yvette who decided this? Or Paloma? Either way it is a relaxing spot. The sky will even change with the day.

[He smiles when he sees him running to the water.]

And I do believe that is exactly the expression they were hoping to bring out in people.

[ SORRY HE'S BUSY BEING FASCINATED ]

Is this what the beach is actually like? That's so cool!

[ peers out at the horizon, standing in the shallows ]

This is so cool!

[He will get up and leave his shade to walk up next to him.]

Have you never been?

Maybe I just don't remember? But I don't think I have. I feel like I'd have less of a this is so cool what the fuck reaction if I'd been before.

You and your siblings are truly remarkable, and not from your abilities. There is a pure wonder you all have that burns ever so brightly when brought to the surface.

[He ruffles his hair a bit.]

Well, enjoy it to its fullest. I dare say your joy is infectious.

[ ???????? what does that even mean??? but also splashing a bit and spinning in place to kick up a small wave ]

Did Five have a reaction like this too?

[It wouldn’t be a compliment from him if it wasn’t at least somewhat cryptic.]

More subdued, but yes. Though I think he enjoys the pier on a lake over the beach.

[He makes a shooing motion at him.]

Go on. Get soaked. I have towels and bathrobes and we can dry your clothes. Unless you can’t swim.

I have no idea if I know how to--

Oh. Actually. I think I do! I learned something new today. Awesome! Something I probably learned from Dad that is actually useful!

[ HE'S GOING FOR IT ]

[He just lets him go. Worst case scenario puppeting will get him back safely to the shore.

Probably.]

[ HE CAN SWIM!!1 but he's also not really going in far enough that he has to! he mostly doesn't go in deeper than his hips, but he does eventually sit down in the water so that the water laps at his waist and chest, laughing brightly ]

Ah, man. This is awesome.

[He goes back to his shade and let's Klaus enjoy himself. He does take out his phone and take a picture.

Because there is something quite special, quite heartwarming, in watching a Hargreeves experience joy.]

[ he's going to pad back up to alex's umbrella after a bit, and dropping down to the sand next to him, far away enough that he won't get alex wet ]

I'm gonna have sand everywhere.

I assure you we have a tub for that and it is well worth it.

You never strayed far from the city, did you?

Nope. Never had the chance to? I mean, I'm pretty sure dad took us on missions or something, but it's not like we really got to explore or anything.

If it doesn't bring up too many painful memories, where do your memories and Five differ?

I mean, it's looking like... I can't say for sure, but I'm pretty sure we had the same childhood, right? But Five remembers me with some tattoos I don't have--which, I dunno. I was thinking maybe that me is from later than whenever I'm from? But then I got that memory back of being sick, and Five says it was in the apocalypse, but he also remembers us being dead. Sooo... I dunno.

[He leans back on his hands looking out at the water.]

Do you get flashes as well? Of being sick. The smells. The images of being in the apocalypse.

[ laces his fingers together and stares out at the horizon(?) (is it a horizon if it's a beach inside a building...?) ]

Nope. But I also barely remember the memory of the apocalypse I do have. Five got a better look, since he saw when I took it, but I was busy dealing with food poisoning. Haven't gotten another one since, so... Maybe we overthought things.

[He messes up his hair a little.]

Good. Hopefully, you never will. Or it won't burn and sear within your mind if it does.

[It's a horizon if they want it to be. It's all Hell magic, right?]

Five. Overthink things? Perish the thought.

[ laughs, leaning into the touch ]

I think it's too late for that. Like, seriously, the number of memories I've gotten back that aren't too clear? Haaaah. I fucked myself up long before the apocalypse could do that for me.

A small blessing then.

[He keeps petting his hair then!]

Though I hardly consider you in ill repair. You just need a little more sun, sand and waves to flourish. Your carefree demeanor is quite infectious.

That's you being nice. I think it's more often called "childish and immature".

You're mature enough when the desire strikes you. You came here to look after me, did you not?

Not that I'm doing much of anything. Do you need anything though? Like, can I get you whatever?

I find sound to be the most soothing, thus I might have tricked you out here. The waves are calming.

And the company, of course. That way I don't get lost in my own thoughts.

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