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

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?"

He grins, glad that she doesn't seem to be about to go all deep on him after all.

'Well, having you with me rather limits opportunity, I have to say.' He looks around and smiles at a couple of girls who are watching the baby with melty expressions.

'But you know the one great thing about kids? They attract women like nothing else. Well, babies anyway, as long as they don't scream.'

He glares at Martin to check that screaming is not about to occur. It seems unlikely.

'Won't have to do a thing but walk with him, you'll see.'

Bianca just rolls her eyes.

He laughs at her, then gives her a knowing look as two girls squee their way over and start cooing over the baby. Ramon looks rather smug as he tells them that, no, the boy isn't his but he just likes taking him out because yes babies are adorable and especially this one.

They're wearing bikinis. Ramon looks rather like the cat that got all the cream from about seven different universes.

Bianca, predictably, is ignored.

Bianca just taps her fingers on her crossed arms. And if she's being ignored, then her starting to be annoyed expression should be ignored, yes?

(Sometimes? Bianca has a pure evil streak to her)

"Just likes taking him indeed." She mutters, just loud enough for them all to hear.

There's a glance at her, at some point, as a few more women come over because no one can resist a baby. And especially not one this cute, right? And if he notices that she looks a little annoyed then, what? Not his problem, right?

Safe to say he's in his element, especially when one mentions that she loves his accent. He grins at her and studiously ignores the comment from Bianca although he does roll his eyes humourously at the women to let them know that she shouldn't be paid attention to.

Bianca's wedding ring?

Is on her right hand, as due the customs with which she grew up with. In the modern day, only really the Orthadox have on their right - everyone else is on their

"Because, really, honey, if you are going to take custody of Martin, it should actually be because you love him, not because you're pissed off at your wife."

He freezes imperceptibly then slowly turns his head to her with a clear expression of You are so going to die...

The bimbos look a little confused. Ramon assumes that they haven't really got the brain power to process that - yes, he's a total sexist at times - and tries to brush past it.

'...'

Only, what can a guy say to that? Really?

Oh, come on. He didn't really expect her to let that comment about becoming a hormonal milkbag slide, did he?

She sighs, just enough to be perfectly annoyed and long-suffering. Walking over, she takes Martin out of Ramon's frozen arms.

"Come on, sweetie, lets go for a walk and leave daddy to chat up the pretty girls, okay?" Giving them all a smile, she hitches her bag around and starts walking back up the beach.

Suddenly faced with five girls all giving him enquiring - and somewhat pissed off - looks, Ramon sighs and spreads his hands.

'Sorry about her. She's just mad because her husband is back at their house with another guy right now, if you know what I mean.'

Seeing as they've already been given the impression that he's something of an asshole by wanting to get custody of a kid for revenge, the news that he's with another man's wife possibly detracts from what he's saying.

...in fact, he realises, that he's now given the impression that Bianca is only with him because her husband is gay, which wasn't the intention at all. Time to cut his losses, he thinks, especially as they now seem to be feeling sympathetic to Bianca, and not him.

Damn her.

He makes his excuses and leaves them muttering about how men can be such bastards - which is true, but not what he'd been aiming for at all - and catches up to Bianca. Who gets a sour expression, obviously.

'Enjoy that did you?'

Cheerfully,

"Si." Martin is currently in serious contemplation of the pearls strung through her golden hair, so Ramon probably can't kill her without hurting the baby.

He sighs in an extremely long suffering way, and lights a cigarette.

'Honestly, five hundred years of this? Just kill me now.'

"Burble."

A flailing hand attempts to grab sunglasses. Anybody's sunglasses.

Well, Bianca's are in reach. She winces, and just takes them off to let the baby play with them before glancing at Ramon.

"Well, maybe if you refrain from saying I'm going to turn into a hormonal milkbag, I'll be nicer." She points out, sweetly.

Ramon looks at her - staying well clear of shades-stealing babies - and replies,

'You're kidding me, right? That was a joke - and anyway, you are going to turn into an hormonal milkbag.'

Some people just never learn.

"And that wasn't a joke?" Bianca asks, gesturing with her head slightly back towards the girls. "Really, you do have no sense of humour."

He'd like to point out that his joke hadn't scuppered a conversation with five women who weren't wearing very many clothes, but thinks that maybe he'd better just let it go before she decides to play any more on him.

'My sense of humour is just fine,' he says, then waves it off and points at Martin. 'Not too heavy for you?'

"Hmm? Oh, no. He's fine."

He lets quiet reign for a moment, idly wondering what Random and Arithon are up to. Then he asks,

'So what's with the girl? How old is she?'

"She looks to be about twelve or so. And...she was tortured. Traumitized. A pretty thing, so I'll leave it to your imagination to say 'how'."

'Oh.'

He sounds unconcerned. Because he is.

'Well, I guess I can see why it's not good for Arithon to be around her then. Why not put her in a hospital here somewhere?'

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