...And I thought I'd be the only one to request that. What goes around comes around, I suppose. *g*
When the wave knocks Rika off her feet, she barely has the time to gasp before she’s rescued. It’s Chizuru, of course, grinning sheepishly and lifting her up as the next wave surges past, tangling in the ends Rika’s hair and leaving the fabric of her dress clinging to her legs. She makes it seem easy, and the load light as a feather, and while neither is the case it’s all just perfectly normal. So’s Chizuru’s expression when the third wave takes her by surprise, something between shock and outrage and then determination as it breaks across her back. Rika has to wind an arm around her shoulders to keep from being swept away, Chizuru doesn’t budge an inch. They’re soaked.
"I’m sorry Rika," Chizuru says, carrying her against the undertow back to the shore. "It looks like you’re wet after all."
Rika plucks a clump of seaweed out from behind her ear. "I don’t mind," she insists. "It’s nice to see you."
"Well…"
"I’m glad." The shoulder Rika leans against is as thin as its always been, and her hand is light against the tanned skin at the back of Chizuru’s neck. She lets her knuckles brush a few wet strands of hair, and thinks about offering to comb it like when they were little. "Can you stay long?"
"…Can’t." It’s looks too complicated to say. "I’m on duty."
"Ah," Rika murmurs as she’s set down, she doesn’t look up, but keeps one hand on Chizuru’s arm, lest she vanish a little… too soon. "I understand, Chizuru-chan. Thank you." She withdraws to just her fingertips, glancing up with a smile. "This must be a bit out of your way."
"Not very," Chizuru assures her. "It’s exactly on my way. I’ll probably pass here again, on my way back. In five hours, I’ll bet you anything."
Rika keeps that in mind. "Don’t be late." And she lets go, concentrating on the sea, and the sand, and the breeze that brushes her hand suspiciously like fingers while Chizuru walks away. And Rika doesn’t look up until she feels water brush past her ankles, so she knows she won’t see where the footprints stopped in the sand.
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When the wave knocks Rika off her feet, she barely has the time to gasp before she’s rescued. It’s Chizuru, of course, grinning sheepishly and lifting her up as the next wave surges past, tangling in the ends Rika’s hair and leaving the fabric of her dress clinging to her legs. She makes it seem easy, and the load light as a feather, and while neither is the case it’s all just perfectly normal. So’s Chizuru’s expression when the third wave takes her by surprise, something between shock and outrage and then determination as it breaks across her back. Rika has to wind an arm around her shoulders to keep from being swept away, Chizuru doesn’t budge an inch. They’re soaked.
"I’m sorry Rika," Chizuru says, carrying her against the undertow back to the shore. "It looks like you’re wet after all."
Rika plucks a clump of seaweed out from behind her ear. "I don’t mind," she insists. "It’s nice to see you."
"Well…"
"I’m glad." The shoulder Rika leans against is as thin as its always been, and her hand is light against the tanned skin at the back of Chizuru’s neck. She lets her knuckles brush a few wet strands of hair, and thinks about offering to comb it like when they were little. "Can you stay long?"
"…Can’t." It’s looks too complicated to say. "I’m on duty."
"Ah," Rika murmurs as she’s set down, she doesn’t look up, but keeps one hand on Chizuru’s arm, lest she vanish a little… too soon. "I understand, Chizuru-chan. Thank you." She withdraws to just her fingertips, glancing up with a smile. "This must be a bit out of your way."
"Not very," Chizuru assures her. "It’s exactly on my way. I’ll probably pass here again, on my way back. In five hours, I’ll bet you anything."
Rika keeps that in mind. "Don’t be late." And she lets go, concentrating on the sea, and the sand, and the breeze that brushes her hand suspiciously like fingers while Chizuru walks away. And Rika doesn’t look up until she feels water brush past her ankles, so she knows she won’t see where the footprints stopped in the sand.
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In other words: thank you! It's perfect!