vatheon | Sunbathing Crocodiles

Who: Sol, anyone around
Where: Up on the island, on the beach
When: Wednesday morning
Style: Adaptable
Status: Open

Sol found himself mostly unbothered by this curse thing. He had plate-like scales across his shoulders, hips, knees, elbows--major joints; weird, but he wasn't exactly human anyway. The eyes weren't really anything new, just a small change from the norm. His teeth and nails were a little sharper, but they got that way under, ah, certain circumstances. Whatever the case, he wasn't going to bitch about it. Easier. But man, the one thing that bugged him was how easily he got cold so far this week. So it was good fortune to find the sun out when he went up to the island, Wednesday morning, and Sol decided he just... wasn't going to move.

Gear cells would keep him safer from UV than human skin, so he discarded all but his jeans and the suppressor across his forehead and sprawled across warm sand. Not as warm as he'd like it--punch it up to the 80s and he'd be happier--but it was better than the cold that'd been up here lately. The sun made up for it, too. Maybe it was the strange addition of crocodilian traits, but lazing mindlessly in the sun just felt like the best idea he'd ever had, at the moment. Screw everything else, lounging in the sun for now. Woe be unto any who try to get him to move; the Fireseal wasn't even in hand, but it's within easy reach still. Sunlight was just an excuse to be boneless, relaxed.

Eventually, Sol settled on resting his cheek against folded arms and fell to dozing.

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[Living things do that.

And it's fine if she speaks to him, so long as she doesn't expect much conversation in turn. He's not very good at it, mostly because he just generally doesn't care enough to participate. He doesn't even look at her when she speaks up. Well, answering her statement could potentially cut any further conversation off... So. Tch.]

Am now.

[Argilla takes a seat next to him for . . . no reason in particular, really. She takes his response to mean that she'd woken him up, and though she does look apologetic for a moment, she doesn't say anything aloud. Not until a few moments have passed, and she's managed to tear her gaze away from the sun off in the distance.

. . . The bright, yellow glowing sun . . .]

Is it comfortable?

[She glances at Sol, if only to indicate that she's speaking to him. Not that there's really anyone else around . . .]

[Or... it could invite further. Right. She's free to sit wherever she wants, though; he's not really going to care. And a lot of suns are yellow. Then again, there are probably solar systems built around other class stars, so he shouldn't really go around assuming--she'd have to say anything about it before he comments on that, though. Her question strikes him as a bit weird, though. Eh.]

M'hn.

[It's gonna be a pain to get rid of all the sand later, though.]

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[Argilla's had the pleasure before of dealing with sand absolutely everywhere, considering how often she comes up to the beach. But it's always worth it in the end. Maybe he doesn't feel the same.

. . . Admittedly, it's a little hard to tell.]

I see.

[She doesn't know what else to say to that, so she'll try something else, after a long pause.]

. . . I didn't mean to disturb you. I'm Argilla.

[Nah, the sand's plenty worth it. He'll just end up half-asleep in the bath later (yes, bath), too. He's up here fairly frequently himself, if only because he's not too keen to be surrounded by water with a barrier he doesn't quite know the reliability of.

It doesn't bother him unless he's thinking about it.

And at first, Sol says nothing, neither inviting further conversation nor offering any starters of his own. Her introduction earns a lazy glance. To be or not to be obliging? That is the question. A beat passes and he shifts only enough to peer at her better.]

Yeah?

[...Completely unhelpful.]

[. . . Completely. This doesn't escape Argilla, and she won't necessarily let him get away with it that easily either; though if he does persist, she'll take it to mean she's not wanted. Which would be fine by her, but she'll never know these things if she doesn't take a chance.

She doesn't regret anything.]

Yes. Who might you be?

[She might as well ask.]

[At least that's better logic than the usual persistent brats he deals with. Tch. Getting the point is important, something certain others don't quite grasp.

And there's a lot to be said about going in with no regrets, right?

Her question's met with silence for a few seconds longer after he settles back to his initial resting position, but, after a huff that disturbs the sand in front of him...]

Sol.

[Get it over with.]

Sol.

[She repeats his name: a simple and rather elegant one, she can't help but think, but either way, she commits it to memory. It's the first time she's seen any such creature in the city, so she thinks he must be one of the ones affected by the curse.

. . . He doesn't seem to mind it much.]

It looks like you plan to stay for a while.

[What? No, lady; you're over-thinkin' things. But the obvious oddities (like the ridges along his spine) are definitely curse-relatd. And it's not really getting in Sol's way, here, so nope, no minding it at all. Makes it easier to soak up what warmth there is, too.]

S'yer first clue?

[Hmpth.

Argilla's still learning slang and turns of phrase, but she's been here long enough to recognize a jab like that. She makes it a point to look unbothered, though. After all . . .]

It was only an observation.

[Smart girl. Already ranking higher than other nosy busy-bodies Sol knows and he's only been around her for less than a half-hour, probably. But even still, she keeps talking. Short sentences, not as noisy as some people which is good, but still talking. And observations don't require mentioning. Still, Sol barely grunts in reply.]

[. . . Oh, well. Observations don't always require mentioning, but when you're attempting to have a conversation with someone -- especially someone new -- it tends to help, just a little.

That's okay, though. Argilla can tell he prefers the silence, and takes the hint quite well thank you very much -- so she lies back in the sand and doesn't say another word, for now. She stares up at the sun, thinking about how bright it is, and the only thing that can be heard over the waves is a sigh.]

Sunbathing Crocodiles

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