latino_menace | OOM: Beach. Baby. Bianca....yeah

She pats her woven, blue straw bag (see icon).

"Towel, sunscreen. Not entirely sure how to keep him in the shade, but it's kind of balmy today."

He sighs in relief.

'I thought for a moment there I was going to have to sacrifice my jacket.'

Not that he, y'know, would. He likes Armani and isn't about to let a baby ruin it.

'He's got clothes on, he'll be alright.'

"Oh, but it's such a pretty jacket!" She smiles at him, pure blonde bimbo for a moment. "Well, I saw you'd wandered down here without anything, and...Armani jackets as baby blanket just...doesn't seem right."

'You're damn right it's not right,' he growls, unimpressed by bimbo-esque masquerades. And actually, that brings something else to mind.

'Damnit. You do realise that you're ruining my opportunities for conversation with bikini-clad women here, right?'

Bugger.

She puts her hands on her hips and looks to the left.

And then to the right.

Seriously,

"Ramon, you do realize that the bikini and surfer girls are at the other end of the beach?"

He hadn't. Hmmm.

'Feel like a walk?' he says hopefully, while being fully aware that even if she were to agree, he'd still have a woman with him, and therefore, chances of conversation would be small.

Bianca also looks young enough to be his daughter.

She gives him a long look.

"Actually...si.."

Great. So he'll either be thought of as a sterotypical old dude with a young trophy wife, or a father of two. He doesn't know which is worse.

But! He reminds himself that he doesn't care what people think and can probably explain to anyone that she's the wife of a friend. Maybe even that Martin's her son and he's just being a good guy by helping out and carrying him. Yeah. That'll work.

'Fine,' he grumps at her, as though it's her fault that all the chicks are about a mile away. Martin is hefted to his shoulder and he wanders on.

Kilometer.

Well, they are in Australia, and Australia has metric. And if he says Martin is her son, she will...

Well.

She'll leave that in reserve.

"Remember? Exercise and fresh air are your friends." Bianca informs him, brightly, flitting along aside him.

She gets a Look.

'We weren't talking about this kind of exercise, as I recall.'

Walking tends to bore him. But there are women, so its OK, at least the walk has a point at the end of it. And Random at the other end of the trek back.

He turns his head to check that Martin hasn't thrown up down his shoulder or anything - well, you never know - and says to him, 'Dribble on the coat and I'll drop you in the sea.'

He feels he can get away with that sort of thing when Random isn't around.

Well, Bianca isn't going to comment. She's just going to concentrate on walking, on the heat and the sun and not think about whatever mess Arithon has got himself into this time.

He eyes her surreptitiously from behind the baby's head, but can't be bothered working out what's wrong. So he just says,

'What's up?' because really, that saves a whole lot of time and effort.

She doesn't answer him for a moment, just watches her feet sink into the hot sand.

"Just...I have no idea what Arithon is planning to do with that, "pause, "girl. Once he gets her soul back."

He raises an eyebrow and then stares down the beach.

'Well, what do you suppose he's going to do? He'll find someone to look after her or bring her up himself. You know him.'

Ramon doesn't know anything about Tool, other than the lack of soul. Nothing about trauma or what she's been through. Therefore, to him, she's just another kid.

Probably just another kid even if he did know, but there you go.

"Si, I do." A little shortly.

Someone hasn't really been asked what she thinks about all this yet, clearly.

He sighs, and looks at the women in the water. Nice view.

'So he didn't ask you. What do you expect? You'll probably have to get used to this sort of thing.'

Bianca doesn't honestly notice the women. Unlike just about every other vampire in her world, she's perfectly straight.

She pauses.

"Nope."

It's probably a good thing that she's not eyeing up the chicks. If he noticed she was, he'd have a whole host of images he probably shouldn't have.

As is it, the baby is shifted to his other shoulder and he frowns at her. 'What does that mean? No, you're not going to get used to it? Or no, he didn't ask you first?'

He really, really shouldn't read the two books about her, then.

"He didn't ask me."

He probably shouldn't. No, definitely shouldn't. Thinking things about your best friend's wife would be bad.

As it is, he just says, 'Well like I said, you'll have to get used to it. When he sees things like that, he'll never be able to let them go. You know that. You chose to marry him so you'll just have to put up with it.'

Tactful. Yes.

A little shrug.

"Not the stupidity - I get that. Just...the girl isn't staying with us. She gets her soul back, and then we find someone to look after her."

'Is that you saying that? Or what Arithon's said already?'

It's an important detail, he feels.

'Because he's not about to just toss her out on her own, you know? He'll have to find someone he trusts to take care of her and there might not be many of them around.'

She stops, and takes his arm.

"It's me saying it, but, Ramon. Arithon isn't in a position to take care of anyone who is traumatized. His world does that to him already." Then she steps back.

"Arithon hasn't spoken to me yet. And, I know. But, this is what happens when you ask people who have to trust you what's wrong - they actually have a tendency to answer."

He's rather surprised by the sudden touch at his arm, and the rather honest answer from her. He's accustomed to her bitching at him in a - mostly - humourous way, not actually being real at him.

He's quite glad when she lets go.

'I know,' he replies, in a more serious tone. 'He shouldn't be subjected to her every day, it'll hurt him badly. But what do you suggest? You'll have to find someone quickly then because if they're successful up there, there's a kid who'll have her soul back any time now and the two of you will be stuck with her.'

She snorts.

"I haven't had time to think of anything, yet. But I'm working on it. Now. You wanted to go and attract the nice Australian girls with your boyfriend's baby, or not?"

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