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Beach Play - Tuesday - Period 5

The sun was shining and it was a perfect day for what Marshall had wanted to teach.

"Some people say that tanning is bad for you. Okay, they're kind of right. There's the danger of skin cancer and sunburn and sometimes you get really sweaty and gross. But there's nothing like laying out in the sun and relaxing and getting a nice tan. The sun feels good on your skin and the vitamin D is good for you or something," Marshall said. He probably should have wiki'd that or something. "And, you know, people just look better when they are tan. Correction--when they have a nice tan. Some people take it too far and turn orange. Nobody likes that. Some people can't tan."

English people.

"They burn instead. Which is why I'm insisting that you all put on sunblock today. And, for the love of god, if you feel yourself start to burn lay under one of the umbrellas I've got set out today," Marshall said, pointing to them. "So, yeah. That's what we're doing today. Lay out on towels and tan. Fall asleep and tan, talk and tan, play in the sand and tan, go in the water and tan. Whatever."

This really was the easiest class ever.

"Oh, and I brought a cooler along with soda and juice and stuff in it," Marshall said, nudging his foot at the cooler beside him. "Feel free to help yourselves."

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Or do whatever you want so long as you're out in the sun.

But not too out in the sun. We don't want lobster children walking around.

Priestly didn't tan. He freckled. So that was him, lathering on the sun block. He figured he'd aim for the water when he was done. Lying around and freckling just sounded dumb.

Alex was all for tanning. If she got too hot, she'd go in the water. Maybe even try her hand at body surfing. It looked like fun!

Tanning was easy as pie for Hannibal. He slapped some suntan lotion on before finding a nice spot on the stand to lay out and catch some rays.

Adora set herself up on a towel with a bottle of lotion and began applying it to her arms. She was blissfully not thinking about her conversation with Hannibal yesterday as it was too nice on this beach.

Merlin was ~~Irish~~ English. He Did Not Tan.

So that was him putting on as much lotion as he possibly could.

"Don't forget your ears," Francine said with a small smile, dropping her blanket and bottle of lotion beside him. If you shook her family tree, it would rain Celts too - her mother was a MacDonald - but she could tan, if she was careful.

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Which made her the lucky one there. "But they have hair to cover them!"

No, Merlin, that doesn't help keep them from burning. Much like your scalp if not careful.

"Merlin, if your hair always covered them, no one would call you Ears," Francine pointed out logically, crouching to spread out her blanket and then flopping down on it.

"..." Okay, she had him there. "They do sometimes!"

No they don't.

"Do you want them to go red and stay that way and have people think you're constantly embarrassed about something?" she asked, giggling.

"They'd be too terrified," Merlin said, going for haughty and managing mostly trying not to laugh. "I'm great and powerful wizard, you know."

"They'd be too terrified to think about your ears?"

[Roomie mocks me because originally there was an r in front of ears.

"They might."

"If you could read their minds, maybe." Francine paused in unscrewing the cap from her lotion. "...Can you read minds?" Oh good Lord flaaaail, if he'd ever heard some of the idiotic things in her head.

"Not to my knowledge," Merlin assured her. He held out his hand to help with the lotion.

Francine handed over the bottle and scooted a bit closer, tugging her hair over one shoulder. "I guess Emmett and Chuck wouldn't get away with playing so many tricks on you if you could," she said, only taking the time to think it through now.

"Exactly." Squirting some on his hand, Merlin started to work it over her back. Not at all thinking about--Thursday. At all.

Really.

Yeeeeah, neither was Francine. Because being half-naked in the warm sun with your boyfriend's hands all over you is in no way reminiscent of anything that happened on Thursday that they still hadn't talked about.

"...I think that might be a good thing."

Also the fact that they had the Relationship Talk before having the Sex Talk was in no way indicative of the fact that they were both teenage girls and thus Francine was already way less straight than she believed she was.

Merlin was very manly! Really!

Oh, shut up.

"You're--" Oh look, focused on that back there. "The swimsuit looks nice."

Nice save.

"Thanks. It's the one from the cruise. Well, one of them." Great save! "I'm what?" Or not.

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