[Vacation! Open thread]

[livelyangel.livejournal.com]

Characters: Rinoa, OPEN
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: It's time to hit the beach! Get out your bikinis and swimming trunks, girls and boys. Yes, even you, Squall. Party style! Feel free to threadhop, start your own threads etc.
Location: Costa Faguita
Date: May, 1804
Warnings: None

This was the life. Rinoa relaxed on a sun lounger, soaking up the rays. Behind her sunglasses, her eyes were closed. She could hear the waves lapping gently against the beach in the background. It was as though the dragon invasion had never happened.

A group of holidaymakers passed by, laughing and joking as they headed for the sea. Rinoa sat up to take a look around. Hmm. Maybe it was time she went for a swim. But first she needed to reapply her sun cream. She smoothed back her hair and picked up her bottle of sun lotion. Now was there anyone around who might want to help? 

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[livelyangel.livejournal.com]

Splashing about in the salt water made Rinoa feel like a child again. She loved the freedom of the sea and the vast blue sky above her. All she wanted to do now was play.

Which was why she bounced up to Zell and immediately flicked water at him. "Hey, tough guy! What's with the gloves?"

[gold-crested.livejournal.com]

"Ahh!" He could almost feel the cold water sizzle across his heated skin. He turned a blue stink eye at his offender, but it was too hard to keep the smirk from betraying his hard gaze. Not that it was probably even that scary. Zell was just too boyish of face to be that threatening. Well, until he put a hole in your chest with a fist, then he was quite threatening.

"Hey, yourself!" Stepping into the waves, the young fighter leaned over into the sea and doused himself with the refreshing salt water. "The gl--? Oh..." He looked down at his covered palms. "Well! You know, always prepared! .... And stuff..." A sheepish laugh escaped past his wide smile, hand rubbing through his loose hair habitually. "I'm glad ya thought of this! It's great!"

[livelyangel.livejournal.com]

"Well, that's why I thought of it," Rinoa replied, laughing at him. The gloves really did look silly. "You know, if you wear those things all the time, you'll have brown arms and white hands."

[gold-crested.livejournal.com]

"Ah--" The blond brought up his hands level with his slack-jawed face. Shit, he hadn't thought of that. Tan lines like those would not be cool in any way, shape, or form. "I guess yer right..." Zell hated to take them off, but it wasn't as if he was the only capable fighter here. It still felt weird, peeling off something that was practically apart of him.

His morose eyes looked to Rinoa as he stuffed his gloves in his back pocket. "Okay, well, when you get attacked by a giant fish, don't come cryin' to me to beat it up..."

[livelyangel.livejournal.com]

"What, you can't fight bare-handed?" Rinoa shook her head. "Guys and their weapons. There's nothing to worry about! Worst thing that could happen is you fall asleep and wake up looking like a sun-dried tomato."