[LOG]: 'Cause I need a break, I need a vacation

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Who: The Homestuck posse and anyone who might be on the Olivine beach!
Where: The beach in the southwest corner of Olivine City
When: All day August 2nd
Summary: We kept talking about a beach episode, and now there is a beach episode. Just slap up a toplevel, hang out, and mingle!
Rating: T for Terrible Language
Log:

It's a pretty impromptu thing. Now that they've retrieved Jane from the horror of having to walk all the way through the early routes, their party's up to six entire people, which is the most any of them have been likely to have hung out with in...ever, basically. Jane doesn't even know anyone but Dirk, she's that far back on the timeline. So what's the obvious plan of action?

BEACH. FUCKIN'. EPISODE.

There are big, colorful towels and big, colorful umbrellas. There is a picnic basket, even though the boardwalk is pretty much, you know, right there (they can sample Olivine's fine dining for dinner; for lunch, there's Hawlunchables). There are bottles of Lemonade and Fresh Water, AJ for Dave, and Soda Pop for Dirk, the godless heathen. There are plastic buckets and tiny shovels because fuck you, that's why. There's even a beach ball. No one knows who brought it.

And of course, everyone better have brought their bathing suits, because there's ocean.

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[You know what else is damp and covered in sand? The guy plopping himself right down on the corner of Karkat's towel like it's his. Like it is property of his butt. That guy.]

Come in the water already or I'm gonna bury you in the sand, and you're not wearing clothes for that, I gotta tell you.

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[... why]

No. Also, fuck no and fuck you, no. To both of those things.

[He barely looks up from his book as he says it, even if he had twitched the second Dave had made himself comfortable because goddammit, his towel was so nice and clean before, why did this have to happen. Maybe he can steal Dave's towel in retaliation? Hmmm.]

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[Dave's towel is as sandy as Dave, buddy.]

Dude, I'm dying looking at you. I'm Texan and I wouldn't wear that bullshit when the sun's this high, you're going to fry like crab rangoon. And also--

['I'm bored,' he's about to say, but then an idea crosses his mind. He stretches out on his front alongside Karkat, half on the towel and half off.]

--I'm lonely, Katkat. Katkaaaaat.

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[—Oh my sweet globejuggling fuck. That nickname, no, goddammit, that's cheating!

Groaning, Karkat slaps his book over his face and slumps backward, still safely on his precious, precious towel but only just. It's—he doesn't like it when Dave calls him that, really he doesn't, it's embarrassing more than anything, but god his bloodpusher cannot stand this treatment, fuck you.

(Dave had been so small and so scared of everything, it wasn't fair that he'd had to remember anything at that age. What the fuck else is being called "Katkat" supposed to remind him of?)]

Shut the fuck up, you aren't lonely. Why don't you go swimming with John? Or Jade?

[He's grumbling more than shouting, if still at a volume that makes it sort of impossible to tell the difference, but Dave should be able to catch that. Probably.]

And fuck you for reminding me, I was just starting to get used to it. What the fuck is crab rangoon?

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Chinese food. I think? Fried crab meat dumplings. They're gross, don't even bother.

[They're not even real Chinese food blegghghgch.]

Come on, Katkat, John is a butt made out of smelly ass and Jade swims too fast. She's too powerful. I'll drown. You'll end up with a dead kelp moifriend and a dolphin materail absconding into the sea, all because you didn't want to even dip a toe in.

[He considers his options, then tries the big guns.]

Please?

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[Karkat had been about to say something scathing about "moifriend" and "materail" because what the fuck and also why, but between the nickname, the "please," and the fact that okay fine maybe he doesn't entirely hate "moifriend" and "materail," he just. He.

... Fuck.

Face burning, he rolls onto his side, away from Dave, and makes a hasty grab for the book when it threatens to fall. This is so fucking... ugh. Ugh.]

Fuck everything that comes out of your incontinent word hole, you utter disgrace of a "moifriend."

[He lets go of the book long enough to throw some enclosure talons around that fucking awful word, then claps them back down. Why won't his blush go away. Why.]

God forbid I have a valid fucking reason to not dangle my extremities in the water, oh no, I have to go ahead and do it because....

[... because Dave is lonely and had said "please." He'd actually said please and asdlfskjgdh god fucking dammit.

Karkat sits up again, lowering the book to reveal a slight frown. His blush still hasn't faded, either, but fuck it.]

How far in the water?

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[Holy shit, it worked. Dave could get drunk on this power, it's intoxicating, but instead he just smiles (a little wider than he's used to but Karkat's being so nice) and kicks one leg idly with a thoughtful noise.]

Don't ever say I'm not a beneficent and merciful dead kelp moifriend. Maybe...just up to here.

[He makes a line of his palm and sets it below Karkat's knee.]

So you don't have to get your shirt wet. Cool?

[Karkat's gonna come in the water 'cause he liiiiiikes him. Heh.]

We can look for neat shells and stuff.

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[He literally just told you to stop shitting from your mouth and you think he's being nice. Okay, sure.

Sighing, Karkat finally closes his damn book and goes to stash it in his conveniently nearby backpack. Oh, how he misses his sylladex. Also—]

Pokémon shells?

[Aren't those going to be giant as fuck, how does that even work. A glance over his shoulder at Dave is all he'll spare for that question, though, because fuck you yes he is going to behave as put upon as possible because it's not like he likes you or anything baka his ~*moifriend*~ needs to stop being a little shit about this. Why the fuck is Dave grinning like that? Goddammit.]

And don't you dare push me in. I will drag you down with me and drown you myself, so fucking help me.