Log: Incomplete;

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When; August 22 (or as I call it, stuck on you day)
Rating; PG for awkwardness
Characters; Nise (replica_memory) and Naminé (afleetingshadow)
Summary; Nise and Naminé got stuck like glue to each other, via the hand. Insert a lot of awkward talk, but the two have decided to skip off to the beach for the day. Good times, w00t.
Log;
Naminé couldn't stop looking at their hands, bound together not by choice, but by something else. It felt nice, or she hoped it did, because the silence was getting to be a little too much to bear.

Think, think, she told herself, trying to remember where the beach was. She'd been there before, but it was a little hard to remember.

"I...I think I know the way," she said, quieter than usual, and she felt embarrassed when she had to repeat it, her skin going a little hot. "Follow me...?"

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For a few moments longer Nise stood there, simply enjoying things. He was surprised that he could feel so happy from such simple things. He'd believed that being really happy would demand a lot, but...

Just being there with her seemed enough.

He was fairly lost in thought when a rather large wave came and smacked them both, effectively drenching them. Nise's hair was promptly in his face as he regained his balance and coughed, though ended up laughing a little.

His clothes were just soaked, and his hair probably looked silly now.

[afleetingshadow.livejournal.com]

One moment everything was calm and clear, like the summer sky. Naminé knew she could get used to it, being light and carefree and...

Saltwater suddenly surrounded her, cutting her thoughts short. Sand settled in her mouth and she spat it out, water running down her skin and...

Her clothes. Ruined now, soaked with salt, gone completely sheer in the sea.

Light...

She crossed an arm over herself, deciding that maybe the ocean hadn't been the best of ideas. Nise was wet too, his hair sticking to his face, but...

Naminé didn't feel any better for it.

[replica-memory.livejournal.com]

After a few moments Nise brushed the hair out of his face, though still wet and persistantly clinging to him. He really didn't care too much about that.

However he realized after a few moments that Namine's dress was white. And when white clothing was wet it was...

Oh dear, his face was getting red. Don't think about that! He told himself, since that was not a good thing to think on.

No, it was rude. So he'd refrain.

"How about...we go dry off? We can come back again sometime if you like..." He wasn't sure if she would like to but Nise would be happy to go again if she did. "We can bring swimsuits then..."

[ooc: I am so VERY sorry for the delay!]