Raging Waters Slides

[Echo]

"Red." she says, an echo of Circe. Her reasons are different, but she understands them now. Shame and pride, twined together like the duet of the same whenever she thinking upon her Durance. "A deep, rich, red," more mumble then words, "I mean, come on! Look at it!" she diverts, flinging a single broken glass claw at Circe, for the Crimson she wore. "Sex-say!"


She hums, licking her ice cream, "Hmm! Cilantro? Yay, or nay? I am firmly nay meself. Tastes like soap."

[Circe]

As Echo declares Circe sex say, the elf obliges as she decides to be significantly more naughty in how she is licking the ice cream. It may have caused the accident among the youths walking by. "Damn straight," though their agreement is for very different reasons. Circe is simple fashion color coordination, no deeper thoughts into it.

"Nay. I could say somethin' naughty about wantin' ta taste you two more then cilantro but that'd be insulting," another naughty lick, "since I don't like cilantro. But don't we get ta ask hah!" Circe shudders as some of the strawberry decides to drip right between her bikini top. The Summer has to start licking it in earnest, normal licks mind, to stem the flood of pink onto her chest. She held up her free hand with index finger up as she licked the cone, "Okay. All good."

She still had pink on her blue skin.

[Echo]

"Just asking 'bout cilantro, buuuut veggies in general....hmmm!" she Lioness needs to think on that one. She didn't really do veggies. "Salad greens. Sometimes. I mean. Prefer a nice juicy steak. Blue. Hmm," she was drooling just thinking about it.

....even if she realized that she still liked her meat bloody.

"Whoo! All good!" a laugh, "Though. Think half a dozen people wanna be that little bit of ice cream." a smirk.

"Books?" it was a general question, which the lovely ladies of summer would take however they wanted.

[Circe]

Circe looked down to notice what Echo meant, "Oh for sure. They do," and finally got around to wiping off that last bit of ice cream from her chest. She didn't lick it off her finger. Coconut sunblock and strawberry ice cream would be a horrid taste. "Carrots Blink? I could make a Bugs Bunny joke outta that," she laughs as she flicks the ice cream off her finger and takes another lick from the cone.

"We doin' veggies. I'd say green beans. Lots of ways ta have 'em served," the shrugs not really putting much thought into it. What books did they like? That was actually a good question. "How to books are good for learnin' ta do shit for me. Don't do much fun readin'. I've read Lovecraft but all the heroes," the elf made air quotes with her free hand, "are pathetic wimps ta me. Goin' crazy over so little," Circe gives a derisive tsk before licking more ice cream.

She looks between the other two, "Howsa bout what kinda movies do ya prefer?"

[Echo]

"Some have strength of will and others not. Some minds are like wet towels, and other's steel traps. What is little to some, is more and most to another..." she muses, thinking about sanity. Her's has leaked from her ears, and flown away upon wings of it's own.

She hums. Focusing back on her melting ice cream.

"Movies? Hmm, Rom-coms are fun. Action is a definite yes. Hmm, I like random foreign films too. They're fun. Some of them are cray-zay, but they, def fun."

"Play any board games?"

[Circe]

And the strawberry was down to the cone now, "Think nothin' of it Blink," as she imitated her fellow Summers crunching. If more slowly, she didn't want another surprise cold creme treatment. "Rom com is good for a laugh, aaaand ta give ideas for trolling people. With a figure like this its hard not ta distract someone from a date. Instant angry girlfriend," Circe laughs in amusement. "Stupid senseless violence is inelegant and aimed at the base masses," licks the last of the ice cream out of the shrinking waffle cone, "So naturally I love those kinda films."

Circe stares at Echo as she tries to process the musings. She doesn't, "Wait, ain't sayin' someone's got a mind like a steel trap usually meant ta insult them for stating the obvious? But a wet towel sounds bad too," her long ears droop down as confusion takes hold.

"Oh, uh, sure. I'd like ta say not for a long time but," she shakes her head, "Some jobs have a long period of sittin' around and waitin'. Its a way ta kill time. Wait, do card games count?" she looks at Echo, "Not like strip poker but the kind the kind, like, what was the name? Munchkin I think?"