[ Now why? Why oh why, have these two found themselves in this predicament? It's been at least a couple or so days since the Cloud Dwelling Gardens have seen a shift in reality to becoming a faux paradise atop a gilded resort. Gone were the flowers and floral maze, and in its place was a sparkling beach that stretches as far as the eye can see. It lends to the very supernatural nature of this dimension all too well. But he knows better. Most that have been here long enough should. It's a fake sky, a fake shoreline, and all an illusory comfort. But even with this paltry semblance of "freedom" that the resort displays, what else was there to do for now but indulge?

Ragna had already been roped into a couple of salaciously dangerous volleyball games that required him tapping into his Azure Grimoire to squeak out a victory, and at least it was nice to wake up in a quaint bungalow, a cup or two of morning coffee from his gifted mug before he greeted the day. It wasn't like anyone was staying at 'home' in the Queen of Spades' suite with the tropical festivities going on. And he couldn't go back to his own lower rank room; the hotel staff had arranged for him to catch a real break for once! His own tropical getaway! ...he's still sus of it. As cool as it was indoors, it feels even hotter out on the beach. Hotter than usual, a warmth that spreads from his chest and to the tips of his fingers and toes...

Why else would he brave heading into the 'ocean' but to cool off? Besides, it's fake! It's not like there's anything in the depths that could threaten him! It'll be fine! ]



[ See? :D ]



[ Oh... ]

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[ Someone's missing his swimming trunks after that terrifying excursion into the ocean depths. Which means someone's literally letting it all hang out as he wades ashore and angrily stomps across the sandy beach, drawing the gazes of NPCs as he puts in a futile effort to cover up his super 9 junk with his hand. ]

Take a goddamn picture! It'll last longer!! [ ...as someone slowly pulls out a disposable camera. ] Take it. See what happens. See where it gets shoved!

[ ...sloooowly puts disposable camera away. ]

[ It's bad enough that he's in a bad mood, but all this does is work him up even more— he feels so hot. And just pissed enough that he's not fully acknowledging the direction of these signs. By the time the fuming Grim Reaper finally happens upon the mischievous vendor's booth, he's procured (stolen) a beach towel to cover up his bottom half as he makes eye contact with the pink-haired girl in a red bikini. Sucking on a lollipop with bright green hues.

"Interested?" ]



I'll pass. [ He doesn't even fully read the descriptor of her booth before he takes one step... ]

I'm still looking for the sunuv—

[ Two step. He stops. Turns to her. Locks onto a pair of hanging red trunks put on display like some carnival prize to be won amongst the myriad of bottoms Zero Two has stocked up on. ]



—a BITCH THOSE ARE MINE!

[ He is now interested. ]