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OOM: Beach. Baby. Bianca....yeah

Ramon's more than happy to disappear while Arithon and Random do their thing with magic and souls. He's a little less comfortable with having to entertain a kid while they do so.

Hmmm. Beach. There's a lot of sand. He has no blanket to put the kid on and has the vague notion that putting him down without one would be Frowned Upon. Also, how does one put sunscreen on a baby that's wearing clothes anyway.

Ramon does the sensible thing. He stands and...~~flails~~ waits for a solution to present itself.

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"Yes. Gather the particles and such in the air enough to form droplets. I can't do that, though. Not that I've tried, but I'm pretty certain I can't. And can't be bothered, anyway."

'If you can't do it, how do you even know about it? Or have you been shown?'

He crosses a leg over a bent knee, still lounging. It's nice to be somewhere hot after the never-ending winter at the bar. Feels like its been going on forever.

'I can't see what use it'd be anyway. You can fetch and carry your own things, I'm sure.'

"I've read about it - and if I ever talk to Maharet, I'll ask her in more detail. She hasn't been able to do it for about six thousand years, though."

And then?

Bianca just smiles. And begins to talk. Not to Ramon, but to the spirits hovering around them. Ramon can't see them, but maybe he can feel the brush of them as they listen to her. She speaks in her childhood Flornetine Italian, although really it doesn't matter. She talks and talks and pleads and humours and tempts and seduces and praises, her hands constantly moving...

And something, or rather some things, lift Ramon up off the sand.

She gets eyed curiously as she starts to talk, and even more so as weird sensations start to fill the air. Yes, even he can feel that.

'Bianca?'

And then there's an undignified sort of yelp as he's risen off the ground.

Cue flailing.

'What the fuck are you doing?!'

Cue giggelfit.

'Bianca! Put me the fuck down!'

Ramon? Does not like being laughed at.

"Okay, okay! My darlings, if you could be so kind as to put him down..."

The spirits do. Only...only Bianca has been away from them too long and they are so happy she's back and they can read thoughts, and...

Ramon is put down.

In the ocean.

Well, at least his Armani jacket is still on the beach?

...unfortunately, the Armani jacket matched Armani pants. Which he is wearing.

He fears that no amount of dry cleaning is going to help this situation.

He emerges looking not amused. And spluttering. Quite a lot.

Flail!

"I meant on the sand!"

Ohhhh, that's so not going to wash now. He'll never believe she didn't tell them to drop him in the sea.

Hence, unamused. He wades back out again, glaring at her and brushing hair back off his head.

...and suddenly swearing and taking the gun out of his waistband to check it's status - (water pouring out of the barrel) - and his wallet from his pocket - (couple of thousand dollars completely ruined and soggy)).

'Fucking great.'

He'll find it funny when he looks back on it. Later.

"Um?" She bites her bottom lip in an effort not to laugh. She fails, she really does.

"Um, I can...refund you the money?"

He gives her a look of pure venom and shoves the wallet back in his pocket, and the gun back in his waistband.

'That wasn't funny.'

Money's hardly an issue for him, and he hates the part of him that says it wold be bad form to let her refund it. Because usually, he'd demand it with interest. In a normal situation, which this isn't.

Bianca ducks her head to try and hide the fact that she's grinning. But, it doesn't really work - shoulders are shaking too much.

For which, of course, she gets another sour look. Isn't he scary?

He looks around for help, wondering when the hell Random and Arithon will be done. Because frankly, he's not sure he can remain civil after that.

"Am I interrupting something, lovebirds?"

The distraction comes in the form of a rather tired Random, striding towards them, looking just happy to be there.

Aaaaand that sets Bianca off again.

Which earns her another evil look. Then he studiously ignores her and turns to Random.

He's soaked through and dishevelled as hell. Because yes, he's just been tossed in the ocean.

'Funny Random, very fucking funny.'

"What happened?"

He negotiates, tiredly, carefully, around the dripping wetness, to give Ramon a kiss.

"You're soaked through."

He gestures at the laughing Bianca, glowering darkly the whole time.

'Fucking ask her. Ruined my gun and a few thousand bucks. And my Armani pants.'

It's the pants that top it, he thinks.

"I meant for them to put you down on the sand!" She yelps. "And, um, your jacket is fine?"

"I... don't want to hear it."

He extends his arms for the baby.

"You lunatics give me my boy. You might be contageous."

Bianca's holding Martin and Ramon turns away with a sound that...well, could be anything really. It's not a polite one, at any rate.

'You all finished then?' he says to his lover. 'Because I want to go fucking home.'

She gets to her feet, and quickly hands Random his baby back. And then, pointedly, stays out of Ramon's range.

Random takes the child, and links arms with Ramon, and guides him towards the door.

And home, thank God. He's dead tired and can't really deal with the two of them sniping.

Ramon's more than happy to follow. With a last pointed glare at Bianca, after all. Because that wasn't funny!

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