Main Campfire | Afternoon | Sunday | May 30

[therewaslife]

It was hot. Hot and bright and that was something that Bod wasn't really used to quite yet. He was from a place where gray, rainy and cool seemed to be the norm so having it be this hot so early into the summer months was a bit odd. Staying inside his cabin might have been wiser but he was still feeling a little cooped up after all the baggage and decided braving the sun and heat couldn't be that hard.

So, he was out there, not bothering to light a fire due to the heat and wondering if he should have put sunscreen on before coming out. It was just his face and arms that were exposed (and boy, they were rather pale) and he didn't plan on staying outside for hours but he could already feel the heat beating down on his skin. It felt nice but it didn't quite warm her through and through.

There was a book near his hip that he wasn't reading yet and a bottle of water in his hand. For now, he was just relaxing against a log, letting the sun do what it wanted and letting his mind wander off in all sorts of directions.

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[intraspective]

And there was an Ino plopping herself down next to him in rather short shorts and a tank top in pale summery pink.

"Thinking deep thoughts?" she teased him.

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"I don't know exactly how deep they are," Bod said, turning and giving Ino a warm smile. "I'm more thinking of how long it's going to take until I'm the color of a tomato."

[intraspective]

She grinned at him and toyed with a twig that had probably been meant for the fire, last time it had been lit, and never made it there.

"Mmmm," Ino considered him. "Five minutes. Maaaybe ten, if you're lucky."

[wwiii]

Out. About. Baggage-free, which was a bonus, and with cozy little cabins around and a firepit and the whole thing... Warren thought the setup around here was actually kind of quaint, now that it had an opportunity to grow on him somewhat.

It helped that he was finished molting for the season, yes.

"Yeah," he decided as he picked his way toward a place to sit down, "I think I can handle spending the summer this way."

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"You've such confidence in my abilities, Ino," teased Bod, laughing. "I bet I could make it fifteen minutes. Maybe even a half an hour."

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"As long as it doesn't get too much hotter, I think I can agree," Bod said, giving Warren a nod. "Too much hotter and I'll be complaining about wanting winter to return."

[intraspective]

"Look how pale you are!" she defended herself, giggling as she tried to poke him in the arm. "You almost glow, you're so white."

[intraspective]

"Hey you," she said, with a bright little grin. "I have to sadly inform you that your attempts to turn me over to the dark side AKA where the coffee lives, has failed."

The drink hadn't been bad, but she still didn't have much of an urge to go and buy more.

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"It's not my fault, not really!" Bod insisted, snickering. "I was born in England. I think all British people have this sort of skin. We're not used to the sun."

[intraspective]

"Tsk tsk," Ino said, laughing. "You're not in England anymore--what's your excuse? You ought to have some colour by now!"

Maybe she'd have to steal his shirts? That would help!

... Yes, help!

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"My excuse?" Bod repeated, snickering again. "I don't know. Perhaps it's that I don't wear a lot of short sleeved shirts? If I stay clothed, I don't get color."

[wwiii]

"See, I don't mind winter too much," Warren decided, "except for obvious wind-chill issues. But where the temperature is right now? I can live with this. And if it gets much worse... Well, we are living on an island, right?"

[intraspective]

"Then you should lose the clothing," she said lightly. "It would be a win-win situation."

[wwiii]

"See, that's a shame," Warren replied, laughing softly. "I guess next time, I'll have to attempt with a latte or something, instead."

Accursed cherry-flavoring.

"Or, you know, just stick with hot chocolate. Which is really not much of a today-drink, I don't think."

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"Lose it?" Bod repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Don't I need clothing for the most part? I don't have a lot of clothing as it is."

[intraspective]

"Not unless you're inside with air-conditioning," she replied lightly. "Because air-conditioning is always too cold so hot drinks are a win."

She was just going to enjoy her outdoors heat, though. Ino raised her face to the sun and hummed blissfully.

"Iced tea, for today?"

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"I'm nearly see through," sad Bod, holding up one arm. "I think if it gets too much worse, I might spontaneously catch on fire."

[intraspective]

She snickered.

"Too literal," Ino chided. "You could always take your shirts off."

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"Take them off?" Bod repeated again, using it as more of a technique to put off answering for a few moments. "As in...right now?"

[intraspective]

"Why not?" she asked, leaning back. "I mean, if you're uncomfortable with it, then I suppose not, but otherwise there's no reason you shouldn't get some sun on your chest."

Also, she was a fan of shirtless guys.

[wwiii]

"I'd be sure to put you out," Warren laughed, shaking his head a little. "I'm not really much better, anyhow. You don't tan too much when you live in a long coat."

[wwiii]

"Iced tea for today," Warren agreed. "With maybe a bit of lemon in it."

There was a pause, and then a little smirk. "I'm guessing here is where you want me to just fly off and go get it, huh?"

[intraspective]

She hadn't been suggesting that at all, actually.

Ino was not above trying to take advantage of that, though. Not when he'd brought it up first.

"Would you?" she asked dreamily. "That'd be perfect."

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"Or come from England, apparently," he laughed, shaking his head. "I do like this weather. It's warm, yes, but there's some cloud cover and always the possibility of rain. I'll probably end up a fairly rosy shade of pink tomorrow but I think it will be worth it."

Bod paused and then laughed. "And thank you for saying you'd put me out. I'm comforted to know that my being on fire wouldn't last."

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"It might not be a pretty sight," Bod replied, pulling at his shirt a bit. "All that paleness in front of you."