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[charmpagne]

[Sparkling looks positively thrilled as Clotted Cream makes his way over, his tail curling around him in the water as he settles next to the treasure cache.]

I need to be better about not forgetting where these things are, honestly...but I suppose that just means less chance of it getting ransacked, right?

[He chuckles, picking up a few bits and bobs to inspect them, though he...doesn't want to admit that he can't remember acquiring some of them. Is his memory going already, at such a young age??]

Perhaps I'll move it sometime, to be closer to yours.

[clottedcream]

Oh, absolutely. If it is so well-hidden that even the Mer that hid it cannot remember where it is, I would think that it's quite safe from being plundered.

[That, and this cove is his territory. Anyone else would be a fool to try to move in on it.

As Sparkling shifts through "his" treasure hoard, Clotted Cream can't help but feel a sort of... sense of pride, knowing that this is actually his own treasure. Sparkling certainly seems to like it, and the notion makes his chest swell.]

Ah... Truly? You would move them together?

[That's almost... combining.]

[charmpagne]

I would! Only with your permission, of course. I know you might not want our things to get mixed up, but...I think they'd look nice together, don't you?

[Surely, because they're all CC's-]

[clottedcream]

[Oh.

Oh.

Both piles are his. He knows this. But Sparkling doesn't. Sparkling believes this pile to be his own. Both piles would end up combined regardless, but for Sparkling to think that it belongs to him and still not mind getting the piles mixed up...]

I.

[He's not blushing. He's fine. Get it together, Clotted Cream.]

Well. Yes. Of course. They would look quite lovely together.

[charmpagne]

[Sorry Clotted Cream, Sparkling...Does Not Get It. He does seem very happy though, his fins wiggling at his agreement.]

Then that is what we'll do! Not right now though, but soon. I'll have to come back earlier when I'm not going to work soon.

Speaking of which, we should go for a swim before I have to leave. It's much nicer down here than it is on the surface right now, after all.

[clottedcream]

[Sparkling may not get it, but Clotted Cream doesn't know that. To Clotted Cream, it sounds like... like... oh dear.

He almost misses what Sparkling says, but his focus tunes back in the moment his friend mentions swimming. Ah. Yes. Swimming!]

Oh! Yes! Of course we should. Ah. How long do you have...?

[charmpagne]

[Oops well in that case Sparkling will also unknowingly make it worse by reaching for and taking Clotted Cream's hand, tugging him insistently forward.]

About an hour or so before the sun starts setting, give or take! So, plenty of time.

[clottedcream]

[They're holding hands. Oh, god, they're holding hands. But it's fine! It's nothing to worry about, surely! What's a little hand-holding between friends?]

Plenty of time, indeed.

[Well! A swim it is, then! Sparkling has plenty of time before the bar opens, so there's nothing obstructing them at all. He moves to catch up to Sparkling's side, giving his friend's hand a firm squeeze.]

Well, then, let's get going. Shall we?

[charmpagne]

Let's!

[Catching up to a Mer as long as Sparkling is won't be hard, given how much of him there is that trails behind them as they go. Even if they got separated somehow like this, it wouldn't be hard for Clotted Cream to find him.

Also don't mind the way Sparkling's hand-hold there is very eager, the pad of his thumb brushing over Clotted Cream's knuckles.]

Let's go a bit deeper down, why don't we? As long as we don't forget to come back up before too long, it should be okay.

[clottedcream]

[It isn't hard to catch up at all, particularly with the way Clotted Cream's little legs are paddling him and propelling him forward. Sparkling is, quite possibly, the longest Mer he's ever seen, and it's honestly impressive.

The thumb rubbing makes his cheeks burn for just a moment, but in return he laces their fingers together as much as he can with the webbing between them. It's a comforting feeling.]

Oh, yes! There's a beautiful reef a bit further out, and just past that it gets deeper. We could see what lies beneath. Have a little adventure, perhaps?

[charmpagne]

Oh, that's a wonderful idea! Assuming you're confident enough that we won't be attacked down there, of course.

[It's all in jest, given the way Sparkling chuckles as they swim.]

I don't have my healing magic anymore, so I won't be able to fix you up if you get a scratch on those beautiful scales!

[clottedcream]

[Beautiful scales-- His scales may glimmer like gold in the sunlight - what little filters through the clouds in the sky above the surface of the sea - but Sparkling is certainly nothing to sneeze at. If anyone has beautiful scales, it's him. He's so colorful and vibrant and.

And gorgeous.]

Not to worry. With you by my side, I daresay even the most fearsome of predators would be wary of messing with us.

[He grins, suddenly feeling delighted, exposing sharp teeth as he does.]

And if they do, they will be sorry that they did.

[charmpagne]

Well then, I appreciate how much faith you have in me, my good sir.

[Sparkling seems pleased by Clotted Cream's answer, because in all honesty? He's not the strongest Cookie, by any means. Back home, he was a healer...but that meant he was more fragile than most. He needed to stay back to avoid potential danger, lest he wind up crumbled before they even made it very far.

He thinks that whatever adventure he and Clotted Cream could go on, be it here or back home, he'd want to protect that smile. He's not sure he's ever seen him smile so wide, so brightly.]

You know, that leads me to ask...I don't think I've ever asked you what it is that you're capable of back home. Could you enlighten me?

[clottedcream]

I have faith in you, and faith in the power of two.

[Clotted Cream laughs quietly at that, and his grin softens into a beaming smile as he turns to look at his partner in crime. This... he could live with this every day. If only it could be every day.

Thr question of his abilities makes his smile soften further, into something gentle and wistful.]

Me? ... oh, well. I wield magic. Light magic. House Scone is not one of the larger, more prominent houses [in fact, it's still a disgraced House to this day] but my mother has at least tried to give me the best education that she can, under the circumstances. I have been told that I am very talented, but even then, it is of no use to me here.

[He lifts his free hand before him, flexing his fingers, watching the glint of his golden claws.]

But here, I am this. I am more powerful than my limited magics, and so I am confident that I can make up for what I lack.

[charmpagne]

Light magic? That sounds beautiful.

[He wishes he could have seen it for himself, but Sparkling- obviously- is no one of particularly high social standing. Perhaps he is back in his kingdom, but not in the realm of aristocrats and the elites, where he assumes Clotted Cream used to rub shoulders.]

I feel like I've missed out, not getting to see you in action first-hand myself. But I supposed that isn't to say you can't be talented in other ways, here.

[He tilts his head a bit, watching the way Clotted Cream examines his own claws.]

Like with your water magic, for example! You seem to be quite deft with it.

[clottedcream]

[Oh. That praise makes his chest swell, his eyes and expression brighten. Sparkling thinks he's talented with his newfound water conhury...!]

Well, thank you. I have been practicing, although I believe I still have a way to go.

[He drowned a woman with it a month ago. Practice has sometimes come with necessity.]

If you would ever like to see my magic from home, I've heard there is a place that lets you see anything. I would be glad to show you.

[charmpagne]

Oh, yes! The Cube! I actually...I haven't visited for quite some time, now.

[The last time was with Joshua. The time before that...

Well. He hasn't been since Felfri, and he's not even sure he's told Clotted Cream about what happened back then. It's certainly not something he needs to know now.]

We could be cookies again, there. I've experienced it for myself.