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june 2020. welcome to the void.

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a. welcome to paradise.

What at first appears to be an odd glint in the sky over Anchor slowly broadens and brightens into a truly enormous...cruise ship? Yes, that's a cruise ship, and it's coming down to rest just outside of Anchor's exit doors. The ground shakes as it lands. A bubble forms over the ship and connects to Anchor's exit, and there's no two ways about it: the ship comes with its own radiation shield.

This sucker puts the Titanic to shame. Nearly as long as Anchor is wide, it's more like a floating city than the cruise ship it resembles. Little satellite ships hover and dart around it, occupied by alien lifeforms with too many arms to quite fit the Hawaiian print shirts that they're wearing.

The Daisy Darling Interdimensional Cruise Barge has come to Anchor.

b. anchors away!

And it's quite accessible to residents of Anchor. In fact, the people (of every shape, size, and coloration that can't be considered human) on board will be delighted to host the creatures they've been watching for the past few months as they orbited the planet. Not only will Anchorites find themselves accosted for photos, but they can also find figurines, keychains, and small novelty items of themselves in almost every knick-knack store on the promenade deck. The souvenir shops will also come heavily stocked with red shift-themed items, including toys and decorations featuring some of the monsters that have appeared from the wastes. You always wanted a slinky sand worm, didn't you?

Anyone who can sing, dance, play music, or otherwise perform will be encouraged to do so and showered with gifts - both useful and useless - by the vacationers. Have an instrument, or a good voice? Go busking! Sell your art, give lectures about your home worlds, teach salsa dancing. The vacationers are just waiting to give you money for helping them have a good time.

There's an alien casino, with machines both familiar and very very not. It's a rollicking place with neon signs, free-flowing drinks, and even more free-flowing money. You might not have any use for alien currency in Anchor itself, but it couldn't hurt to check out the shops with a little extra cash from the poker tables, could it? At one side is an all-you-can-eat buffet of everything under the sun, from alien fruit and vegetable platters to...is that a whole giant squid? I never knew they came in quite that color...

You can sneak around the casino without too much effort, stealing from pockets, tables, and platters, but that could get you caught and thrown in the brig, which. Well. We'll get to that, but you don't really want to go there.

The uppermost level of the ship is a beach and water park. There's sand, palm trees, a wave pool, water slides, and a lazy river with inner tubes big enough to support even the heftiest alien. Oh, and a regular old pool, over there. Where all the old aliens are hanging out and playing hover-shuffle-board. Swimming gear is required in this area, but not to worry! There’s an automated booth that will supply you with just the suit you need.

In addition to these places, there's a whole ship to explore, with all the amenities a weary traveler could want. A spa (manned by real (alien) people!), jacuzzis, restaurants that actually function with food the bold can actually eat, clothing stores (though not much of it is designed with humans in mind), deck chairs on sunny promenades, gardens full of alien flowers, and an enormous library filled with books that are checked out based on the honor system. So, y'know. Be honorable. Or something.

c. the first rule of daisy darling.

For those unentertained by the above-board offerings of the upper decks, there's the ship’s more hidden amenities. A fight club filled with creatures of every shape, size, and level of power. A drug den with everything from euphoria-inducing cigarettes to hallucination-causing body paints. A thriving black market, though the offerings are comparatively innocent - bootlegged episodes of Anchors Away, mostly. What's that? Oh, just the reality show of your lives over the past six months. Let's hope no one comes across any awkward vids showing things you don't want people to know about.

Attached to the fight club is the brig. Can you see where this is going? People who get caught breaking the rules on the Daisy Darling can expect to face the music by being put opposite some of the ships more powerful monsters, or its more powerful and reckless vacationers. Who wouldn't love to test themselves against a giant robot or an honest-to-god cowboy? Don't worry! If you get too badly hurt, there's a repair suite on the medical level that can fix up almost any injury. Just don't die before you get there.

If anyone asks about staying on board, escaping the planet with the ship, or tries to convince an alien to help them stow away, they'll be told it goes against both the prime directive and the Daisy's petting zoo rules. Try to stow away on your own? Well, if you're lucky, you'll get caught by a benevolent guard and booted back to Anchor. If you're unlucky, get those boxing gloves ready, because you're headed for the brig.

d. the network.

Need to get hold of someone, call for help, ask the city at large a question? Need to ask a friend to back you up and tag team in the fight club? Maybe you need to hold your sat phone up to whatever crazy thing you're seeing and send out a recording to double-check if your eyes are deceiving you and what you're looking at is real?

Whatever the reason, the network is going strong, so feel free to include a post to it in your top-levels.

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True, as open and pure-hearted as Yamamoto is. Tsuna is more so than him, he sees good where even Yamamoto could miss it. He will never hear an argument from Yamamoto with that opinion, he happens to agree.

One thing about Tsuna, he forgives and he always believes in them. His is the type of strength that draws it out in his friends. They are formidable on their own but none of them would have reached who they are if not for Tsuna. He enables them all to shine. This is a good thing as the Rain Guardian has no intention of going far from the Storm Guardian. One they are all they have here. Two, Yamamoto knows it is a comfort to Gokudera without the words being said. Three, it is a comfort to Yamamoto, he feels stronger knowing someone he can trust with his life has his back.

"I see..." It must have been very close, he does not automatically assume boyfriend but it is clear by how Gokudera says it this person meant a great deal to him.

Yamamoto smiles as his hand is gently pushed aside, it got the results he wanted, Gokudera is in the water. He is engaged and pretending like internally he is not excited and curious about the water. Yamamoto leans over, placing his hands on his knees as he moves his toe. He can not tell right off if they are normal fish like they would find at home. What he does see are bright colors.

"I wonder what kind of fish these are." He feels no need to comment on his hand not being needed. In a way, it was a statement more than a want for his hand to be held. It was his way of motivating Gokudera while saying, he is here, whatever is needed. His point got across he is sure.

Gokudera will not take for granted the kind of comfort and support he feels from Yamamoto, and he will not actively brush the other Guardian off when he knows he is being relied on. Competition is fun, their own pride strong together in their family and resounds easy enough between them.

He hopes that if the Tenth shows up, he will approve of how they are adjusting so far. It’s been clear that they haven’t always gotten along easily, but where it counts now more than ever, they can work together for their own benefits, for the Tenth’s, and their family.

“You would have liked him.” Something about water. Percy Jackson would have been a great ally to the Vongola, Gokudera thinks. Even if he weren’t his first ever and only boyfriend. He was just fun to be around, probably would have made Yamamoto’s face and stomach hurt with his humor.

“I wish I could have brought some digital skins with me. You didn’t even have to change clothes in Amoi. You could just walk into a swimming pool area and you were outfitted with a swimming suit. Go to a Halloween party, BAM! Instant costume.” He can see the color under the water and leans forward trying to get a good look.

“Want to bet I can catch one?” He asks softly and strips off his shirt, balling it up and carefully taking off his jeans to leave himself in his boxers. There’s no shame. Gokudera has clear scratches going down his sides. They aren’t deep, and look like he may have scratched himself recently. He didn’t. There are also white stripes of scars on his back. They don’t look super deep, but they are shiny, probably from a blade... maybe from his fight with Bel during the ring battles?

Gokudera balls up his clothes together, ties the legs and flips fabric inside out so it’s tight, then holds it out to Yamamoto with a smirk. “Toss that onto the beach for me?” That’s right, baseball idiot. Lob it as hard as you can and please don’t hit anyone.

Yamamoto does not think about it but this is probably the longest he and Gokudera have spent alone. He does not notice that, to him, he is just here with his friend. Both relying on the other for the comfort that comes from the shock of what each has been through on his own. A competitive spirit runs through all the Guardians, even Hibari but in the end with each other, they always fight together no matter what.

The ball player thinks he would, Tsuna would be happy to see his friends happy and surviving. Plus the more they know if or when Tsuna arrives the easier they can make his transition he is bound to appreciate that.

"I think I like most everybody." He teases Gokudera with a smile, that is in fact true. He can name a few people he could do without but that list is surprisingly small despite the multiple battles they have been in. "That sounds amazing!!" How cool would that be to be able to step inside a party or somewhere and instantly be dressed? Hopefully, you didn't end up naked if it glitched he thinks to himself.

"We don't have any..." He stops, bursting into a laugh of pure joy, this is great, Gokudera looks so happy and Yamamoto can't help but encourage him "With your hands?" He does not doubt but he teases as if he does. He can not miss those scars, any visible to his eyes are not missed. Some that may be older, some that don't seem so much. It hurts, somewhere deep inside of him to see but his strength does not falter. He does not flinch, he does stare with the anger he feels seeping into his form at the persons who left those marks. His smile does not falter and it does fade from his eyes. Those scars are the past, they will make it different now. He knows some come from their previous battles, it is not that he does not have his own. But nowhere near as many as Gokudera. The ones that worry him the most are the scratches that look recent, he will have to watch, maybe they are from Uri?

Then there is a ball of clothes in his hand, everything changes at that moment. His eyes glint, determined, his body immediately winds up into his pitcher stance and with all his power he launches the clothes to the beach. Luckily he does avoid everyone, it does zing past causing some wind resistance to a few aliens and he rubs the back of his head with a sheepish grin and called out an apology.

Then he turns, watching to see if Gokudera can actually catch a fish. He may have to join, it looks fun and he hasn't been swimming in a while.

Having spent so much time on Amoi and made to keep from his family, punished for stepping somewhere he was not allowed, Gokudera had learned to value a bit more the time he spends with people individually. He's not sentimental and warm about it, but there is something more open to him that was never around in Namimori. He's flexible in how he's guarded with people he doesn't like. Even if Ryohei were to arrive, he'd argue with him as usual but probably visibly enjoy it.

The time alone has made his will to grow stronger. The motive has always been for the boss, but it's also for the family. It's the kind of consideration a right-hand man should have. Making a smooth transition for a fellow Guardian will help out the family, and the Tenth is no exception.

"Right." Yamamoto is not ever difficult to be around unless, like Gokudera, someone is actively opposed towards most everything about him.

"It was! I mean, some of the outfits looked pretty stupid, though..." He remembers the Tenth being scared he'd be clothed in something dodgy when they went to the pool, and he just ended up in swim trunks. Gokudera had ended up in a speedo, and Yamamoto had wound up in a fundoshi. It'd been so funny and he's snickering to himself at the thought.

"Yes with my hands!" He barks, almost irritated at the teasing tone. "I fought a dragon before, and I've given Uri a bath! How hard could catching one little fish be?"

Gokudera gives him a shove, noticing that staring. "Think you could do better, hm? If you catch one, I'll drink a carton of milk every day for a week. Two, and I might do it for a month. If I catch one first, you're getting me a new carton of smokes. Deal?" He goes to offer his left hand, then changes his mind and offers the right. The scratches on his sides are definitely not sharp, deep, or small. A person definitely left them, and Gokudera would admit he kind of... liked getting them? Nah, that's too embarrassing to say. It's not like he'll get new ones like this, so there is nothing to worry about.

He watches that ball of clothes and hopes it will be easy enough to retrieve when they're done. Gokudera whistles, "Show off..." It's as much a compliment as a grumbled remark.

That is a sight Yamamoto would enjoy seeing, the two arguing but Gokudera happy with it. He believes Ryohei enjoys it, he is always so passionate after all. Gokudera is the right choice for the right-hand man out of all of them. It is clear in the growth in him already that he will go far and become stronger to support the family.

Even then, it appears he grows on those people as well. It is hard to resist an honest person, so many people hide things and Yamamoto is open. He may not always say it words but by his actions his character is clear.

"Like cosplay.." He laughs himself, Gokudera's snicker helping it along. He is not imagining speedos so much as he is imaging some of the outfits Haru pops up in. They have certainly gotten interesting on more than one occasion.

Appropriate that bathing Uri and fighting a dragon is on par with each other. The entire thing leaves Yamamoto laughing. It feels good to irritate Gokudera a little, it is a typical response to his goofiness. He does not want to make him mad but a little of the natural banter isn't so bad. He will have to ask about the dragon but right now there is a fishing competition to focus on. Oh wait and is that an offer to get Gokudera to take better care of himself, he would rather not buy the smokes but that just means he can't lose.

He is already out of his shirt, unzipping his pants as Gokudera says deal. His right-hand hold his pants up, shoving his left hand out to shake Gokudera's "Deal!" His eyes have that determined glint but they are alive with mischief and happiness too. He will have to ask about those fresh scratches, if he hears they were enjoyed he may end up with some pink skin, it could be amusing. And knowing Yamamoto before he asks about dragon-fighting, he'll ask about the injuries. But first, time to fish!

He balls his clothes up, clad in his boxers beside the other he makes no hesitation in pitching his clothes to land beside Gokudera's in the same manner. They are salvageable, if probably sandy from how they embedded into it from the force.

He flashes that confident grin at being called a show-off because he hears the compliment in the grumble "It's been a while since I did that". Then he rubs his hands together and turns those sharp eyes to the water. "Ready?"

He definitely is.

Arguing with Ryohei is less about content and more about volume. Gokudera yells at everyone pretty equally with the obvious exception of their boss. Something about the stupid bickering feels like home. Like he has real actual family that he has to get along with. Always, at the end of the day, he could smile near them. He may not be forthcoming with that warmth, but to those people attentive enough (coughYamamotocough), it's obvious Gokudera just gets carried away and likely has more fun than he lets on.

"Depended on the event, but kind of, yeah." He'd been turned into a sort of werecat person one time. That was fun, having a long fluffy tail and snow leopard features. He'd still mostly been himself, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the tail the most, carrying it around in his mouth like a weirdo and having some good reflexes.

Gokudera smirks when Yamamoto agrees to the competition. Catching fish bare-handed is totally different than fighting a dragon or bathing a cat. Still, he's going to carry on like he's done this loads of times.

"Tch! I've been ready this whole time!" He declares and claps his left hand to his right bicep. He's going to catch so many fish! Gokudera then bends forward, hands hovering over the water, and he glances to Yamamoto. On your mark, baseball idiot.

They are a boisterous group en masse that is for sure with the exception of Hibari and Chrome of course. With his outgoing nature, most would assume Yamamoto was the loudest of all. But the bomber and boxer definitely top him in the volume department.

Yeah, he will be there with a mental picture of Gokudera in a Namehaga costume he can't help it. He definitely does not picture a werecat transformation, that is way cooler than what he sees. No offense to Haru and her costume-making skills of course.

He has never done attempted to catch fish this way. His style is a "you don't know till you try" motto. Yamamoto is confident in himself. He can do this, he'll get three fish and Gokudera can drink a glass of milk every day for a month, watch!

"On your mark." He stances a confident grin flashed at Gokudera "Get set.." He turns his gaze back to the water. "GO!" He dives in without a second's hesitation, scaring more than one fish. His fingers the tail fin of another slide past. Sure this is a competition but he is laughing, this more fun than he even thought. Why have they never done something like this as a group, it would be amazing.

While Gokudera and Yamamoto are competitive, they never really... yell over each other. It's just bickering and laughing and grumbling. Yamamoto is as calming as his Rain flames, ever talented at abating the anger he sparks up in Gokudera most of the time. If he isn't outright holding him back from attacking someone.

At least a Namehaga is also cool. Gokudera is game for dressing up and playing jokes on his friends. His sense of humor is strong and strange, even if most often he acts too grouchy for anyone to see it as a possibility.

"Ack! Idiot!"

Gokudera's plunging his hands in, but of course Yamamoto scared them. He's moving forward, swimming into deeper water and opening his eyes in the murky salt water. It's really no use, and his head pops out with a splash. "You scared them aw-!" And he's suddenly back under the water again before surfacing closer to Yamamoto and holding what looks like... an eel?

The length of slimy skin stretches under water and he blinks at it. Does this count?

It doesn't, as a strange mass of those eel-like tentacles breaches and splits open to form a single eye. There's a voice to accompany the creature, and Gokudera hastily drops whatever part of this alien that he'd grabbed to listen. "Sorry!!"

Now... uh. It stares at them, and Gokudera sheepishly grins. "We're just looking for fish."

The alien makes a gurgling noise and starts to sink back into the water. Hopefully it wasn't too irritated.

Yamamoto is not the yelling type. Any loudness from him tends to involve a laugh or energetic cheer. He does handle the Storm well, then of course of the two elements, they have an affinity. One is necessary for the other and vice versa. There can be no storm without rain and no rain without a storm to waken it. The elements of their flames and personality for all the guardians is in its way a beautiful symmetry.

"Sorry" It is said with a laugh, he does sound sheepish as he did not mean to chase all the fish off. He takes no offense at being called an idiot of course. When Gokudera's hands emerge holding his catch Yamamoto stops what he is doing.

Blinking slowly a couple of times he is in the process of deciding if it counts or not when tentacles breach the surface and he pulls back. His body almost going defensive then there is the voice and Gokudera is dropping the alien. Yamamoto waves, rubbing the back of his head with his other hand and offers his sheepish apology.

HOLY CRAP! They will have to be more careful these are not fish like what they are used. to.

When the gurgling starts Yamamoto loses it, he laughs deep from his belly, doubling over he holds his stomach "Amazing..." He gasps as the laughter continues to bubble up from inside of him. Washing out like spring rain, it is bright and full of joy.

Edited (all the feelings, my typing is running away ) 2020-07-02 00:16 (UTC)

Gokudera would not think rain is necessary for a storm. He's seen sun showers, rain welcomed and appreciated. Every attribute to him has a positive and a negative. The Storm has no positive. It's destructive, and how in the world could that ever be a good thing? They could probably have a lengthy discussion about it and both make valid points, only to be too stubborn in changing their minds. Gokudera's storm flames are useful, but not good.

"Ah... what if that guy ate them all," Gokudera says and bends forward to try and look for any other fish around them. He stomps past Yamamoto, looking absolutely ridiculous considering the way the water slows his progress.

"Stay away from me if you want a chance of winning," He remarks, shooing Yamamoto away once he's in shallower water. That laughter is noisy! What if the fish get scared away again?

There are bound to many a friendly debate between these two, both are not afraid to speak their minds. They may not always see eye to eye but they know how to work together. Even if they disagree. Yamamoto himself does not see their flames as destructive, not with the way they use them. Okay, sure property damage happens but, in the end, they are protecting people.

That stops his laughter as he considers it, leaning over himself he sees a few still around and grins. Nope, there is still a game to be had here for sure. He swears he has control of himself, even looking at a new fish and thinking how to catch it.

When the water gets louder, Gokudera stomping incites another laugh, he is sure his laugh did not do the same damage as that stomping. But, that stomping was hilarious and it does distract the ball player giving Gokudera a chance to get the first fish.

"Okay!" As he speaks Yamamoto's movements slow, his eyes focus in and he dips hands soft and swift into the water, he feels something. He really hopes it's not an alien. It is definitely moving. He brings it up quickly, holding a rock that seems to be gelatinous in nature. No eyes, no voice, just a small blob of something that he stares at for the moment.

"This may be harder than it looks."

In the end, they can agree to disagree. Yamamoto's flames are versatile, and Gokudera's got his own rain flames to play with and compare to his storm flames. He sees how they react when combined, and while it is great in protecting people, Storm flames literally eat away and destroy other flames.

Haha! Take that, Yamamoto! Gokudera's stomping appeared to give him some advantage, and he's searching quietly until he glances over at... whatever that thing is in Yamamoto's hands.

Not wanting the other to think he's trying to copy his technique or whatever, Gokudera turns his back to him and crouches, trying to be as still as possible until something moves across the top of his foot. He lets out a totally mature shout of surprise and kicks a crab out of the water. At least that's normal. It doesn't count though, right?

"Ugh!!" Aggravated, his hands slide back into the water and he can see fish, so he's just going to spread his arms wide to block out any means of them swimming around him. Gotta... herd them into shallower water? Sounds like it should work... And the fish are swimming away from him and closer to the beach.

Yamamoto will always find some way to put a positive spin, Gokudera knows this so agreeing to disagree definitely makes the situation simpler.

For Yamamoto he is taking longer inspecting that object in his hand, it almost feels like a raindrop cake. He is going to poke it lightly when Gokudera shouts, punting the crab, totally mature and manly like of course. His head snaps up, his arm follows suit. In the air that blob goes. And what goes up must come down, right on Yamamoto's head.

He stares for a second, the surprise is on his face before it rolls down his, off his chest, and drops down in the water. This place really is interesting, he laughs again. His chest almost hurts from the happiness bubbling up.

Who would have thought fishing by hand would be so much fun. But he has to get serious, Gokudera is he can tell by the lines of the other boys back. Alright, he won't miss this time but first, he splashes water over where the blob rolled, shaking his head almost like a dog to get the water off.

Crouching down over the water, he is more selective this time. No more blobs, no more aliens, he is going to get him a fish. This would be a lot easier with his sword.

Gokudera would probably be watching Yamamoto with whatever that blob is he's tossing around and dealing with, as oddly entertaining as that is, but he's still focused on slowly herding the school of fish into shallower water. It's what a lot of sharks of aquatic predators do, right? Hopefully his knowledge of zoology will count for something here.

But catching them is going to be another ordeal entirely. This would be almost too easy if they worked together, or if he could use his weapons. It'd be like using a net, with the way his shields could shift and push the school forward and trap them.

Alright, Yamamoto knows what he has to do. He has to stop thinking about how he is going to do this. He has to do it. For a moment the swordsman stands there, taking several deep breaths. He crouches into the water, weighting his balance between his legs and hips to keep himself from falling over.

He closes his eyes, lets all the thoughts go out of his head, dips his hands in, and holds them there calm and still. He lets the first few things that brush his fingertips go past. He may well be harassing an alien and not know it but his instincts usually steer him right so he is going to trust in that.

Then he feels it, this is it, his gut tells him and he snaps his hands around a wriggling mass with his eyes still closed. Pulling it from the water, he may surge some up and away from him as he raises his body just as quickly.

"I got one!" It is fish-shaped, all the right pieces are there as it flops in his grasp. Except for the eyes, when they look at him Yamamoto is disconcerted, those are very lively looking eyes for a fish.

Gokudera really should have narrowed his target to a single fish rather than an entire school. Yamamoto definitely had the right idea, but at least he had fun and got to cool off. He glances over at the other Guardian’s exclamation, then wades over to him with a mildly disgruntled expression on his face.

“Is it really a fish this time?” He asks, curiosity a little overwhelming after seeing so many not-fish.

“What the... what are those eyes?!” Oh he doesn’t like them. It... definitely is a fish of some kind, though...

It's all in the instinct, Yamamoto could never be a teacher but he can do a lot of things. He never questions why it all comes so naturally, he does what feels right and lets the rest fall where it may.

"It looks like one." He turns it so Gokudera can see it fully, those eyes are like something out of a nightmare.

As soon as he has it set to lock eyes on Gokudera it opens it's a mouth with an unpleasant sound, those eyes seeming to sink back into the head as teeth gleam. Yamamoto does not hesitate in winding up, his body turning too quick in the water he gets the creature launched into the air.

But the sand gets his foot and backward he goes into the water, having just enough time to hold his breath thanks to his reflexes.

"Eugh... put it back." He doesn't like the way it's looking at him. Those eyes are beyond creepy. And what is it doing?! Gokudera visibly cringes at it, nose scrunching as he takes a step back and watches as Yamamoto winds up.

"You gonna launch-" Oh! There goes Yamamoto and his catch, and Gokudera's barking out a laugh at that misfortune. He's not even going to try and help the idiot out of the water, because his sides hurt and oh that was the most ridiculous thing he's ever seen.

He is under the water, surfacing slowly with a sputter. He shakes his head, eyebrow-raising as he sees Gokudera laughing at him. He has to admit, that was funny and fun. So much fun he decides to share it with his friend.

With a mischievous glint to his eyes and grin to match Yamamoto slips through the water, coming up fully right in front of Gokudera he tackles the bomber into the water. Using the motion to propel himself over and off Gokudera so he can come up from underneath without any trouble. His laugh ringing out across the open space as he uses his arms to draw himself out with a couple of powerful strokes.

Want to get him back, Gokhdera will have to catch him.

Gokudera wipes at his own face, and then it dawns on him how close Yamamot is.

“Hehehhehaha- Ah... eh?”

With a shout, he is tackled and falls back, swallowing and coughing on a mouth full of salt water. He curses and would swim after Yamamoto, but instead pulls out some mini dynamite and lobs them out after the other. His throwing arm isn’t as strong, so it’s more of a warning set of miniature explosions. Very expressive of his annoyance before he dives under and swims after, hoping it provided some distraction or at least knocked Yamamoto over... or something. Dynamite solves everything.

Yamamoto would argue that fact because yes, every one of those sticks misses him. However, water and explosions mean waves. Granted they are not typhoon size but the water throws his stride off. He is amused, most people would be against the idea of dynamite being used in a game of water tag. Yamamoto, he thinks it makes it more fun. More of a challenge.

He is caught up in the backlash, his body turning in the water as he goes under. His attempt at escape halted for the moment. All he can do is ride the friction, rolling this way and that to keep himself from going too far.

This should be a water park ride, it is way more fun than it has a right to be. If he was not currently rolling underwater occasionally he would be laughing.

Gokudera can totally ride these waves, but he’s doing a better job of swimming under them, and swimming up from under Yamamoto and just... keeps going. He’s getting a bit swept away and ends up nearly eating sand.

Ultimately, he’s skinning his chin and coming out of the water nearly crawling and feeling like a drowned rat. Okay dynamite wasn’t a great idea, but yes it was fun. A lot. He coughs and falls down, rolling onto his back and just resting in the sand.

Yamamoto is lucky enough to not eat sand, he surfaces a few moments after Gokudera. Seeing his friend relaxed on the sand he laughs, swimming his way to shore he steps out of the water near Gokudera.

Running his hands over his hair to free it of water droplets and any bits of sea life they may have to in there.

"That was fun." In the end, it looks like Gokudera has the right idea and Yamamoto is going to drop back onto the sound. Irritatingly enough he just looks like he had a really good time.

"I hope there is somewhere to swim here all the time." His way of saying let's do this again when we can.

Gokudera opens one eye to look up at Yamamoto, and has to look away.

Then he's wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and inadvertently smearing sand there. There's a growling noise to accompany his efforts to wipe his face free of the granules and then he turns his head and looks over when Yamamoto is on the sand, too.

"Yeah..." Definitely going to look back on this fondly. Gokudera stretches and pushes himself to sit up. There's sand everywhere on him and he frowns at it, carefully trying to brush it off the scratches on his sides without causing too much discomfort. It's pretty unavoidable.

Yamamoto had closed his eyes as he was lying there with his hands behind his head. He hears the growling noise, it is not unusual for Gokudera so he does not see the attempt to rid his mouth of sand.

He does open his eyes when he feels the shadow of Gokudera sitting up next to him, there is sand everywhere. And those scratches, that is not a good thing.

"Hold on, don't use your hands." Yamamoto rises in one motion, paying no mind to the sand on his skin as he jogs to his school bag. Opening it he shuffles around till he finds the shirt he wore in the choice battle. He does not see himself wearing a suit around Anchor. He also adds in some of the bandages and antiseptic he had left after fixing his own injuries on arrival. Back he trots, holding the package of the shirt, bandages and antiseptic out to Gokudera as he drops back to the sand.

"Here, you want to get the sand out, they don't look healed all the way yet." They aren't bleeding so they aren't brand new but close enough by Yamamoto's standards, infection is real Gokudera. The soft fabric of the shirt should hurt less than Gokudera's sandy fingers.

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