week one | the beach | Monday morning

[sasetai]

[ despite everything, here she is. she is not helpless or stupid, like he may think (like some others here may think) and truthfully she's growing less and less concerned about what anyone may think; but the point is, jacopo seems to think he knows how to survive and she's not going to ignore that. ]

We don't even have rods. Last time I tried to do this without one it didn't go so well..

[ she's crouched on the edge of some rocks, peering into the water. It's low tide right now and the ocean is calm. She can see shadows of fish and whatever else squirming beneath the surface.]

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[fragmento]

You don't need a rod.

[ he's holding a long, sharpened twig. his pants are rolled up because god, he hates that bathing suit -- he's feeling generous today, so he seems to have for her too. he tosses it in jinah's direction without any warning. ]

All you need are your reflexes. Start stepping into the water, we don't have all day.

[sasetai]

[ she does what he asks, begrudgingly. however her gaze remains on him and not the water or the fish slipping between her feet. ]

There are other people here who seem like they'd be very good with these sorts of things.

[ she presses her finger on the top of the twig, perhaps a little harder than she should. she makes a face like it stings but doesn't remove her finger. ]

You keep calling me useless but you're here teaching me to fish instead of them.

[fragmento]

[ stop starin at me with them big ol eyes

he raises a brow, eyes widening the slightest bit as her finger presses down onto the wood. ]

Stop that. You're going to draw blood, you dolt.

[ what does she want, he wonders. to hear that she's a special girl, brimming with potential? he can't possibly tell, but he finally enters the water alongside her, his own twig still in hand. ]

You start with your weakest, and then you work your way up. I'm adhering to theory, that's all.

[ she's not the weakest, really. he knows that. ]

Spearfishing. Are you familiar with it?

[sasetai]

No.

[ she says, absentmindedly. though she takes her finger off the tip of the twig. no blood, just an ugly little indent and purple finger. ]

Why does it matter to you if I starve? [ does she want to? no. but is she in a bad mood and grateful at the chance to be a brat with someone she clearly has nothing to lose from antagonizing? absolutely. ]