[ he just doesn't want anybody to feel bad about things that aren't even in their control, okay? at least he seems to calm down for the moment with the shift in topic. ] I suppose you're right ... But then again, it's hard to understand without actually experiencing what happens without those things. It's not your fault, even if you haven't thought about it.
[ people take things so easily for granted; not knowing what will happen in the next moment, the next second, the next heartbeat - not being able to see an inch past their nose at what the future will bring, so sure of the certainty of the present. it feels like a long time ago (it has been a long time ago) since vash could think the same way - it scars him, a little, that he might be starting to think that this is okay. ]
Well ... We don't want to be standing here all night arguing! [ a weak sort of laugh escapes vash again, and he shifts his weight in the sand, feeling his heels sinking into the depths with each wave. ]
Isn't it, um, a bit dangerous to do that at night?
You're right. But I will think more about it from now on.
[ She's now extremely conscious that this conversation got rather heavy all of a sudden. Especially when they're both supposed to be at a beach party-? Or something. Not that she'd been to many of those... She laughs softly. ]
Perhaps it is. [ Even with that admission of danger, apparently she's just going to start stepping into the water regardless, with a little smile on her face still... ]
I believe sharks are more active with their feeding at night.
[ She's teasing, even if it is technically true... Still, the waves are gentle right now and Mitsuru certainly wouldn't suggest it if she wasn't sure about this. ]
We won't be going far out, only enough that you have to stand on tiptoe in order to touch the bottom.
[ Granted a depth that forces him to stand on his tiptoes is going to mean she won't be able to touch the bottom but she's not the one who can't swim here. ]
[ wait???? wait a second??? she's just going to walk in, just like that???? are you meant to do some prep beforehand, like stretching?? not that vash knows anything about it, mind you ... ]
Sharks?! [ vash's expression is aghast, blanching white at her so-carefree remark; it would be almost funny if he didn't look so serious.
at least it does make him take one step further into the water, actually standing ankle deep. ] Please come back, it could be dangerous!!!
[ She’s pretty confident that Artemisia could take out a shark. Or perhaps temporarily freeze the water so the creature isn’t too badly harmed.
If sharks were a legit problem that she had to strategise for right now. ]
I am capable of defending myself against any sharks if there are any, thank you.
[ She pauses once she’s paddling at just about above her knee level, turning to look back at Vash. The waves lap gently at her legs and it’s refreshing after the heat of the day. Even if she can’t persuade him, she still welcomes the paddle. ]
Although if you really are concerned that is precisely why you shouldn’t let me go any further out by myself.
[ she shouldn't have to do that in the first place if she doesn't get in the water ????? come on mitsuru! ]
I wasn't saying you can't!
[ if anything, vash looks even more shocked at the idea that he ever implied otherwise - even though he's the one who said it's dangerous - but logic and continuity have never been his strongest suit. stubbornness is, though, but it looks like he more than met his match in mitsuru.
cautiously, his arms held out on either side of him for balance (he is only ankle deep, at this point, which would make this even more hilarious), vash takes another step into the water - so far so good, even though he gives a full body flinch when the water splashes against his calf. ]
[ Of course she's not actually offended by the implication, just teasing him a little more, hoping to put his mind at ease a little about this whole swimming thing...
He takes another a step and that's good but he seems adamant about not going any further.
Mitsuru hesitates for a moment, apparently thinking how best to give him the courage to step out further into the surf. She sighs, taking a few steps closer before holding out her hand for him to take. ]
[ if her idea of putting vash at ease is by talking about night time shark attacks, who knows what other helpful facts (not) she could think up to expediate the matters at hand ... or she could rather do that.
his wide open, panicked gaze falls to her outstretched hand before moving back to her face - scanning for some kind of understanding, an expression, as though he doesn't quite grasp what is happening. his mannerisms is rather like that of a skittish wild animal - too cautious and too jumpy, if the barely suppressed jerk of surprise at her sudden motion is to go by anything.
it will be fine, she says. mitsuru's hand is just as steady as her words, as though she is sure of everything. ]
...
[ carefully vash shuffles forward another step - and (if it is even possible, somehow) even more carefully, he reaches out his own hand too, only hesitating a little before their fingers brush together. without the layer of gloves in the way, the callouses and rough knobbly scars would be felt - made more apparent, in the next moment, as vash slips over a wet stone and yelps, tightening his grip around her hand before letting go with an awkward effort. ] S-Sorry!!
[ Like the scars on his legs, the scars she can feel on his fingers raise their own set of questions in her, none of which she'll speak aloud. His own jumpiness is strangely helpful in aiding her in dismissing any awkwardness she might normally feel at holding someone's hand. As if she has to be the stable one for both of them here and not think about this too much.
She's all prepared to walk forward with him - until he slips on something beneath the water, because of course he does. His grips on her hand goes from light to tight in the blink of an eye and it would have probably made her flustered if he wasn't yelping like a dog that just had its tail shut in a door. Or she wasn't concerned about him falling on his backside, which thankfully he doesn't. ]
It's fine- You just lost your footing for a moment. [ She hasn't withdrawn her hand, even as he releases it. ]
[ but it's not exactly holding someone's hand if she is helping them get used to the water, right? it's educational!
vash almost lets go - altogether too ready to admit his guilt, too ready to step back and retain the distance, as though he hardly expects it to be otherwise. his gaze darts from their hands to mitsuru's face worriedly, as he scans it for any hint of pain or other negative reactions - but the other remains steady; only momentarily ruffled herself from the suddenness of it, and he slowly, carefully shifts his weight for balance and straightens back up, the water splashing against the backs of his knees. ]
She smiles at his question, apparently amused by it. Of course he almost falls on his butt and then apologises to her. As he gazes at her, as he observes, her expression is calm, at ease.
All possibility of sharks aside. ]
I’m fine, honestly. Are you?
[ Seeing as he’s the one who slipped and is now standing deeper in the ocean despite his reluctance to do so. Slipping aside… ]
We can go a little further when you’re ready… It’s not so bad, right?
[ She’ll pause a moment, let him take it in, they’re further in and they’ve yet to be attacked by sea monsters or anything else. ]
Haha, why wouldn't I be? [ the careless way he laughs at her question begs the reality of it - that only seconds ago he very nearly bruised her hand from the tightness of his grip from slipping on the wet surface. is it that he has a bad memory, or is he just bad at admitting that there is any cause for concern? ]
I mean, it's still a little strange ... [ it is not like a bath at all. the salt water leaves tangible residue against his skin where it touches, the rolled up legs of his pants immediately damp with it as the waves continue to roll in where they are standing.
but it's just water, as strange as saying it could be - just water. no monsters hiding in the rippling depths, no unfamiliar howls in the night. it's just water, and mitsuru's hand calm and steady around his own. ]
... It's not so bad. [ finally, after some long deliberation, chewing over the words before he speaks, vash gives the other a tentative, wavering smile. ]
[ She could answer entirely honestly here and mention his panic at almost slipping over a moment ago. Instead, she’ll spare him on this occasion and focus on his reaction to the waves. ]
I suppose it is strange. [ Putting herself in his position for a moment it really must seem weird. The way the water moves, let alone there being so much of it… She looks deep in thought for a moment. ]
Where I’m from long ago people used to believe a dragon deity controlled the waves and tides. It must have seemed bizarre and inexplicable to them before they fully understood it.
[ And way to sound like a complete nerd, Mitsuru. She smiles again, with just a hint of sheepishness this time. ]
… I sound like a walking textbook, don’t I? My apologies, I have a habit of doing that sometimes.
You don't! Really! [ almost before mitsuru even finishes apologising, vash just has to butt in with his opinions, doesn't he? in any case he sure does seem desperate enough in trying to convince her otherwise, with how intently he stares at her with wide eyes, hand clutched around her own. ] It's very interesting!!
[ though, like everything else about his flighty demeanour it doesn't seem to last very long - self consciously smiling and dropping his eyes back down after a second, turning them back to stare out at the dark waves and the almost invisible horizon far beyond them. he always does this; drawing back, taking a step away, almost as though he is too afraid of the distance closing in. ]
I mean ... it's always nice to listen to what people used to believe. Imagination is really a nice thing, isn't it?
Talking about gravity of moon and sun isn't half as nice sounding in comparison, after all!
[ She's still smiling a little, apparently amused at his reaction. ] You don't have to humour me all the time you know.
...Although I appreciate you making me feel slightly less awkward at small talk.
[ Totally embarrassing for her to admit that she's terrible at that sort of thing, but it's not like she hadn't already made it very obvious. Or at least, she thinks she has. ]
I suppose it is a nice thing. [ Mitsuru looks as though as she's about to say something more, her gaze drifting towards the horizon for a moment. Apparently she thinks better of it. Instead, choosing to take another couple of steps forward, not letting go of his hand... and undoubtedly expecting him to follow her further into the water again. Baby steps. ]
Except for an over active imagination when it concerns sharks apparently.
[ the only information he'd gleaned about humanity's real home had been from ancient videodiscs and what few books that the expedition had deemed appropriate enough to retain amongst its cargo - a lot of scientific information, to be sure, but vash knows nothing of legends and local stories. it's the colour that he lacks in his idea of earth - the actual people who lives in it. ]
Besides, I really appreciate you telling me these things, it's really a nice distract--AAAAH!!?
[ it's not exactly sea monsters or sharks (they're too shallow for that), but rather a random floating bunch of seaweed that brushes past the back of vash's knees as they keep wading into the water - vash flinches, jumping away from whatever terrifying monster is that just tried to grab at him - loses his balance, teetering for what seems like hours (though it's really only a split second) on unbalanced footing, before falling straight into the water. ]
[ It's as if the whole thing is happening in slow motion. Vash's reaction is so loud that for a moment Mitsuru almost reaches for her evoker, just in case there really is some kind of shark or monster present. Surely they're not far out enough for that? However, after that tussle with sea monsters not long after she first arrived in this world one can never be too careful...
It quickly becomes clear what spooked him though, as Mitsuru herself feels the familiar and slightly unsettling feeling of seaweed brushing against her ankles beneath the dark water... Ah. ]
Vash--
[ Her reaction is just a little too slow, attempting to maintain her hold of his hand and keep him upright but unable to prevent the inevitable as she witnesses the blonde man (??) tumble onto his backside into the water. Fortunately, it's not that deep but it's still up to the shorter of the pair's shoulders as she kneels down to help him. ]
Are you alright?
[ She reaches for both hands this time, both metal and flesh, as she attempts to haul him back to his feet again. ]
It was just seaweed. It's a collective term for different types of marine algae, a water plant... Not particularly pleasant to touch but they're quite harmless.
[ Hopefully this doesn't entirely put him off the ocean forever and ever and ever... ]
[ it's not that deep - but with the way he's tripped and fallen straight on his ass, it means that vash is basically sitting up to his neck deep in cold seawater as he splutters and comes up for air. he is soaked right through his turtleneck and pants, and his normally fluffy mess of hair looks tidy for once - only because it's plastered flat on his skull from being suddenly submerged in water.
okay, he isn't sure if he likes this very much; the saltwater and the sand makes it feel gritty, his clothes suddenly too heavy as he breaks through the surface and lets the gravity take hold again. blindly, eyes scrunched shut against the stinging salt water, he lets mitsuru take both of his hands and get him back on his feet. ] S-Sorry!!!!
[ the glass-metal of his hand looks smooth to touch but once she takes it, it'd be clear to mitsuru that there's a lot of pieces that make up the whole - not even counting the arm, the parts that make up his fingers and palm is a delicate, meticulous work of fitting all the pieces together; if it were not for the odd texture of the metal and the cold temperature (not helped at all by the sea), it would almost feel just as real as his other hand. ]
[ Seeing Vash like this, all because of some errant seaweed, the ridiculous of the entire situation… Mitsuru has what she views as possibly the worst reaction to it all…
She laughs.
Granted it’s not a loud laugh, it’s soft - almost as if she’s not entirely used to doing it or at least doesn’t do it very often, but it’s genuine. Then remembering herself, she stops, looking more than a little horrified at her lack of decorum but still clutches his hands as she helps him to steady himself. ]
No, I’m so sorry. For laughing, for all of it. I shouldn’t have forced you out here but-
[ What else can she say? She looks distinctly flustered still but his artificial arm definitely has her attention as she tries to compose herself. ]
This is quite incredible. It almost feels real.
[ Bar the obvious temperature difference. Who crafted such a thing? Of course the part of her that deals with similar tech is fascinated. ]
[ vash is used to being laughed at - it's better than people being scared, or frightened, or else. it's miles better than the cold look in his brother's eyes (unchanged even after so long, even when he was here). but this is a little different in tone; even in all its hesitancy, it's a warm thing, not mocking him at all as mitsuru helps him to his feet, not caring that he's soaking wet through from being submerged in the water, dripping everywhere. ]
It's okay!!! You weren't forcing me to do anything! It was- [ enjoyable until it wasn't? absolutely terrifying? what does he say without sounding accidentally rude!!!!
luckily enough, he doesn't need to continue on with that train of thought for much longer as mitsuru's attention (now that they are not in any danger of being attacked by errant sea creatures) turns to the mechanical hand clutched in hers. ]
Haha ... it doesn't look like it much though, does it?
[ kind of hard to say that the half-luminescent green is anything at all like flesh and blood. ]
[ She smiles while offering an end to that sentence. Still amused apparently while turning her attention back to his arm again. ]
Not exactly no, but… [ Its appearance is certainly unique but she hardly sees that as a bad thing. ]
Does that matter to you?
[ She asks the question before she even has a moment to contemplate it. Perhaps it has something to do with spending so much time around Aigis, hardly exactly the same thing but she’s used to the other girl’s desire to appear and seem more human, more “real”, although she’s as real in her own right as anyone else.
Then, apparently realising that she’s asked a rather more personal question without even realising it for once, the redhead moves her gaze towards the shoreline they had just come from. ]
…At any rate, we should probably head back. Your clothes are soaking wet after all.
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[ he just doesn't want anybody to feel bad about things that aren't even in their control, okay? at least he seems to calm down for the moment with the shift in topic. ] I suppose you're right ... But then again, it's hard to understand without actually experiencing what happens without those things. It's not your fault, even if you haven't thought about it.
[ people take things so easily for granted; not knowing what will happen in the next moment, the next second, the next heartbeat - not being able to see an inch past their nose at what the future will bring, so sure of the certainty of the present. it feels like a long time ago (it has been a long time ago) since vash could think the same way - it scars him, a little, that he might be starting to think that this is okay. ]
Well ... We don't want to be standing here all night arguing! [ a weak sort of laugh escapes vash again, and he shifts his weight in the sand, feeling his heels sinking into the depths with each wave. ]
Isn't it, um, a bit dangerous to do that at night?
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[ She's now extremely conscious that this conversation got rather heavy all of a sudden. Especially when they're both supposed to be at a beach party-? Or something. Not that she'd been to many of those... She laughs softly. ]
Perhaps it is. [ Even with that admission of danger, apparently she's just going to start stepping into the water regardless, with a little smile on her face still... ]
I believe sharks are more active with their feeding at night.
[ She's teasing, even if it is technically true... Still, the waves are gentle right now and Mitsuru certainly wouldn't suggest it if she wasn't sure about this. ]
We won't be going far out, only enough that you have to stand on tiptoe in order to touch the bottom.
[ Granted a depth that forces him to stand on his tiptoes is going to mean she won't be able to touch the bottom but she's not the one who can't swim here. ]
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Sharks?! [ vash's expression is aghast, blanching white at her so-carefree remark; it would be almost funny if he didn't look so serious.
at least it does make him take one step further into the water, actually standing ankle deep. ] Please come back, it could be dangerous!!!
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If sharks were a legit problem that she had to strategise for right now. ]
I am capable of defending myself against any sharks if there are any, thank you.
[ She pauses once she’s paddling at just about above her knee level, turning to look back at Vash. The waves lap gently at her legs and it’s refreshing after the heat of the day. Even if she can’t persuade him, she still welcomes the paddle. ]
Although if you really are concerned that is precisely why you shouldn’t let me go any further out by myself.
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I wasn't saying you can't!
[ if anything, vash looks even more shocked at the idea that he ever implied otherwise - even though he's the one who said it's dangerous - but logic and continuity have never been his strongest suit. stubbornness is, though, but it looks like he more than met his match in mitsuru.
cautiously, his arms held out on either side of him for balance (he is only ankle deep, at this point, which would make this even more hilarious), vash takes another step into the water - so far so good, even though he gives a full body flinch when the water splashes against his calf. ]
Please don't go any further!
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He takes another a step and that's good but he seems adamant about not going any further.
Mitsuru hesitates for a moment, apparently thinking how best to give him the courage to step out further into the surf. She sighs, taking a few steps closer before holding out her hand for him to take. ]
Come on. It will be fine.
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his wide open, panicked gaze falls to her outstretched hand before moving back to her face - scanning for some kind of understanding, an expression, as though he doesn't quite grasp what is happening. his mannerisms is rather like that of a skittish wild animal - too cautious and too jumpy, if the barely suppressed jerk of surprise at her sudden motion is to go by anything.
it will be fine, she says. mitsuru's hand is just as steady as her words, as though she is sure of everything. ]
...
[ carefully vash shuffles forward another step - and (if it is even possible, somehow) even more carefully, he reaches out his own hand too, only hesitating a little before their fingers brush together. without the layer of gloves in the way, the callouses and rough knobbly scars would be felt - made more apparent, in the next moment, as vash slips over a wet stone and yelps, tightening his grip around her hand before letting go with an awkward effort. ] S-Sorry!!
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She's all prepared to walk forward with him - until he slips on something beneath the water, because of course he does. His grips on her hand goes from light to tight in the blink of an eye and it would have probably made her flustered if he wasn't yelping like a dog that just had its tail shut in a door. Or she wasn't concerned about him falling on his backside, which thankfully he doesn't. ]
It's fine- You just lost your footing for a moment. [ She hasn't withdrawn her hand, even as he releases it. ]
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vash almost lets go - altogether too ready to admit his guilt, too ready to step back and retain the distance, as though he hardly expects it to be otherwise. his gaze darts from their hands to mitsuru's face worriedly, as he scans it for any hint of pain or other negative reactions - but the other remains steady; only momentarily ruffled herself from the suddenness of it, and he slowly, carefully shifts his weight for balance and straightens back up, the water splashing against the backs of his knees. ]
Sorry ... Are you okay?
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She smiles at his question, apparently amused by it. Of course he almost falls on his butt and then apologises to her. As he gazes at her, as he observes, her expression is calm, at ease.
All possibility of sharks aside. ]
I’m fine, honestly. Are you?
[ Seeing as he’s the one who slipped and is now standing deeper in the ocean despite his reluctance to do so. Slipping aside… ]
We can go a little further when you’re ready… It’s not so bad, right?
[ She’ll pause a moment, let him take it in, they’re further in and they’ve yet to be attacked by sea monsters or anything else. ]
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I mean, it's still a little strange ... [ it is not like a bath at all. the salt water leaves tangible residue against his skin where it touches, the rolled up legs of his pants immediately damp with it as the waves continue to roll in where they are standing.
but it's just water, as strange as saying it could be - just water. no monsters hiding in the rippling depths, no unfamiliar howls in the night. it's just water, and mitsuru's hand calm and steady around his own. ]
... It's not so bad. [ finally, after some long deliberation, chewing over the words before he speaks, vash gives the other a tentative, wavering smile. ]
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I suppose it is strange. [ Putting herself in his position for a moment it really must seem weird. The way the water moves, let alone there being so much of it… She looks deep in thought for a moment. ]
Where I’m from long ago people used to believe a dragon deity controlled the waves and tides. It must have seemed bizarre and inexplicable to them before they fully understood it.
[ And way to sound like a complete nerd, Mitsuru. She smiles again, with just a hint of sheepishness this time. ]
… I sound like a walking textbook, don’t I? My apologies, I have a habit of doing that sometimes.
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[ though, like everything else about his flighty demeanour it doesn't seem to last very long - self consciously smiling and dropping his eyes back down after a second, turning them back to stare out at the dark waves and the almost invisible horizon far beyond them. he always does this; drawing back, taking a step away, almost as though he is too afraid of the distance closing in. ]
I mean ... it's always nice to listen to what people used to believe. Imagination is really a nice thing, isn't it?
Talking about gravity of moon and sun isn't half as nice sounding in comparison, after all!
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...Although I appreciate you making me feel slightly less awkward at small talk.
[ Totally embarrassing for her to admit that she's terrible at that sort of thing, but it's not like she hadn't already made it very obvious. Or at least, she thinks she has. ]
I suppose it is a nice thing. [ Mitsuru looks as though as she's about to say something more, her gaze drifting towards the horizon for a moment. Apparently she thinks better of it. Instead, choosing to take another couple of steps forward, not letting go of his hand... and undoubtedly expecting him to follow her further into the water again. Baby steps. ]
Except for an over active imagination when it concerns sharks apparently.
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[ the only information he'd gleaned about humanity's real home had been from ancient videodiscs and what few books that the expedition had deemed appropriate enough to retain amongst its cargo - a lot of scientific information, to be sure, but vash knows nothing of legends and local stories. it's the colour that he lacks in his idea of earth - the actual people who lives in it. ]
Besides, I really appreciate you telling me these things, it's really a nice distract--AAAAH!!?
[ it's not exactly sea monsters or sharks (they're too shallow for that), but rather a random floating bunch of seaweed that brushes past the back of vash's knees as they keep wading into the water - vash flinches, jumping away from whatever terrifying monster is that just tried to grab at him - loses his balance, teetering for what seems like hours (though it's really only a split second) on unbalanced footing, before falling straight into the water. ]
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It quickly becomes clear what spooked him though, as Mitsuru herself feels the familiar and slightly unsettling feeling of seaweed brushing against her ankles beneath the dark water... Ah. ]
Vash--
[ Her reaction is just a little too slow, attempting to maintain her hold of his hand and keep him upright but unable to prevent the inevitable as she witnesses the blonde man
(??)tumble onto his backside into the water. Fortunately, it's not that deep but it's still up to the shorter of the pair's shoulders as she kneels down to help him. ]Are you alright?
[ She reaches for both hands this time, both metal and flesh, as she attempts to haul him back to his feet again. ]
It was just seaweed. It's a collective term for different types of marine algae, a water plant... Not particularly pleasant to touch but they're quite harmless.
[ Hopefully this doesn't entirely put him off the ocean forever and ever and ever... ]
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okay, he isn't sure if he likes this very much; the saltwater and the sand makes it feel gritty, his clothes suddenly too heavy as he breaks through the surface and lets the gravity take hold again. blindly, eyes scrunched shut against the stinging salt water, he lets mitsuru take both of his hands and get him back on his feet. ] S-Sorry!!!!
[ the glass-metal of his hand looks smooth to touch but once she takes it, it'd be clear to mitsuru that there's a lot of pieces that make up the whole - not even counting the arm, the parts that make up his fingers and palm is a delicate, meticulous work of fitting all the pieces together; if it were not for the odd texture of the metal and the cold temperature (not helped at all by the sea), it would almost feel just as real as his other hand. ]
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She laughs.
Granted it’s not a loud laugh, it’s soft - almost as if she’s not entirely used to doing it or at least doesn’t do it very often, but it’s genuine. Then remembering herself, she stops, looking more than a little horrified at her lack of decorum but still clutches his hands as she helps him to steady himself. ]
No, I’m so sorry. For laughing, for all of it. I shouldn’t have forced you out here but-
[ What else can she say? She looks distinctly flustered still but his artificial arm definitely has her attention as she tries to compose herself. ]
This is quite incredible. It almost feels real.
[ Bar the obvious temperature difference. Who crafted such a thing? Of course the part of her that deals with similar tech is fascinated. ]
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It's okay!!! You weren't forcing me to do anything! It was- [ enjoyable until it wasn't? absolutely terrifying? what does he say without sounding accidentally rude!!!!
luckily enough, he doesn't need to continue on with that train of thought for much longer as mitsuru's attention (now that they are not in any danger of being attacked by errant sea creatures) turns to the mechanical hand clutched in hers. ]
Haha ... it doesn't look like it much though, does it?
[ kind of hard to say that the half-luminescent green is anything at all like flesh and blood. ]
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[ She smiles while offering an end to that sentence. Still amused apparently while turning her attention back to his arm again. ]
Not exactly no, but… [ Its appearance is certainly unique but she hardly sees that as a bad thing. ]
Does that matter to you?
[ She asks the question before she even has a moment to contemplate it. Perhaps it has something to do with spending so much time around Aigis, hardly exactly the same thing but she’s used to the other girl’s desire to appear and seem more human, more “real”, although she’s as real in her own right as anyone else.
Then, apparently realising that she’s asked a rather more personal question without even realising it for once, the redhead moves her gaze towards the shoreline they had just come from. ]
…At any rate, we should probably head back. Your clothes are soaking wet after all.