[ Sensing a presence nearby out in a universe reduced to the light bleeding red through her eyelids, Benji puts her hand into water, sleeve and all, in a singularly graceful attempt to sit up more suddenly than she ought. At least she didn't fall in, saved by the quick reflex of her other hand gripping the edge of sun-warmed concrete. ]
No-- [ Her laugh is not all the way a laugh, more of a sigh. ] No, I startled myself.
[ She wrings out just the corner of her sleeve, her focus going to where his hands are over the water, the care he's taking. With a smile that's just naturally hesitant, she notes-- ] That's what they used to be for, you know. Instead of just being pretty.
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No-- [ Her laugh is not all the way a laugh, more of a sigh. ] No, I startled myself.
[ She wrings out just the corner of her sleeve, her focus going to where his hands are over the water, the care he's taking. With a smile that's just naturally hesitant, she notes-- ] That's what they used to be for, you know. Instead of just being pretty.