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[If Ebalon were a more romantically-inclined man, he might just do that tropey thing that's in books where you kiss someone to shut them up. Unfortunately, he is an asshole, so this does not happen.

He's talkative when he's flustered. Ebalon supposes his entire presence is making it worse? It's actually somewhat validating, and were he the type to put stock into such things, he might feel quite elated with just that little factoid alone. As ever, what he's more interested in is having Mizuki coiled around his finger.]

It's natural that I would think of you so often. [And despite all that exposition, he says that so smoothly.] I'm particularly fond of you, after all, and you're the first person here I formed any real bond with. You're quite interesting to be around as well. Really, I have nothing but nice things to say about you. Of course I'd show you something like this and allow you to stay with me. It's the least I can do, isn't it?

[ Hey, what the fuck????????????????????

How can he just! Say that! Mizuki was just trying to point out the nice things he does and then Ebalon's gotta go saying shit like "I'm fond of you". What the fuck! What the fuck. (What the fuck.) Oh, calm down, Mizuki, your little heart is gonna pop right out of your chest at this point. Also, say something, instead of just sitting there like an intoxicated idiot. ]

Ah- I... umm... Ehehe... [ Okay, actually, maybe don't say anything. This is worse.

His camouflaged stingers sway in the air around him, their tips curling to look more akin to hearts and reflecting as such in their shadows. He bites his lip to try and recollect himself a bit, but this is just... so much. This is so much. What the fuck is he supposed to say? "That's swell!" Yeah, right. His country bumpkin ass probably would if he didn't have at least some amount of restraint. Can they go back to talking about torturing pirates? At least Mizuki can dissociate a little while doing that.

So he does the mature thing instead. He has one of his tendrils hook onto the edge of the platform, pulls himself away from Ebalon, and falls into the drink. Goodbye, Ebalon, he is become one with the water. ]

Oh— Mizuki?

[There he goes. Tragic, really, the little hearts in his shadow were an adorable little display. Although, perhaps more comical than that is the way Mizuki just sort of... goes. He actually manages a chuckle at that one.

That's fair. That's a fair response.

Ebalon creeps closer to the water's edge to peer into the depths where Mizuki disappeared from, debating on if he should peel off his stupid gay little bolero and the corset-thing he wears over his robes and go for a dip. Would that kill Mizuki? Would Mizuki just never come out of the water again? If that's the case, he supposes he could have a pocket Mizuki at all times, but that's a lot less fun.]

[ Mizuki is not too far below the water's surface, as it seems he's just kind of letting himself gradually sink (notably, not very quickly) instead of doing any sort of swimming. His hands are very promptly covering his face, and unheard giggles make him shake a bit. He does feel a little bad that he just left Ebalon up without so much as a tell where he was going, but also he deserves it for flustering Mizuki so much! That's supposed to be his job. His otomes have spoiled him, making him believe he's good at making cute anime waifus blush. Alas, he's just the easy one to blush.

It doesn't seem like he's going to make any sort of attempt to come out until he calms down, though. You're already wet, Ebalon, don't be a coward. ]

[Fair deal.

Ebalon takes a minute or two to wear a little less clothing so that he doesn't sink like a stone the second he plunges in. Goodbye to the bolero and the corset and... also the blue robes, those have to go too, and shoes and socks. The pants can get wet, they're just slacks, and it's not like he has much else to swim in.

So! Sufficiently stripped from the waist up, with his clothes sort of half-folded by the blanket and books, Ebalon approaches the edge of the water where Mizuki's shadow is just sort of... sinking, and slides into the water a little bit to the left of him.

Once he's fully submerged and can see Mizuki, he smiles and waves.

Hi.]

[ The sudden disturbance in the water makes Mizuki uncover his face to look immediately. It can only be one thing, of course, but he's still shocked that it's happening. He fully expected Ebalon to go back to his book and allow Mizuki to be the weird loser that he is. But, no, he's coming in after Mizuki, and that's so sweet, and thoughtful, and oh my god where did like all of his clothes go?! Mizuki is very constantly wearing a water-ready top, sure, and not everyone can be that prepared, BUT ALSO. HEY. WHAT THE FUCK! Ebalon's normally so noble and... hm. His heart stopping right now is a very real concern. ]

Dantalion?!

[ A strange thing, to be able to hear Mizuki speak so clearly under the water. Stranger still, just how it hints of charm and... something a little more haunting. The acoustics still slap underwater, or... maybe this siren-esque voice just carries that echo normally? Hard to say for sure. But whatever majesty this sort of thing is meant to evoke is probably entirely ruined by Mizuki's panic. ]

What- where-- Ah??? Y-you didn't have to- [ He's pointedly not looking at Ebalon anymore, though he makes no effort to move away from him. The opposite, really, as Ebalon may feel the water shift as nervous tendrils hover around him. Last time he swam with a crush they almost drowned, so like, he can't be too careful. ]

[Logically he as a shapeshifter could take on a slightly-more aquatic form (so like, gills, that's entirely what he's thinking) so that he doesn't have to think about oxygen or so that he can talk underwater, but, uh... some secrets are still meant to be kept. So, after a very casual laugh behind his hand at Mizuki's reaction, he's forced to sort of swim to the surface and shake his hair out because it's sticking to his face.

The second time around, he takes a deeper breath. Human lungs are so stupidly fragile. With a hand trailing along the cut marble of the nearby platform, he swims a bit closer to Mizuki, mindful of the shifting water he'd felt earlier. Probably jellyfish crimes going on.

A little burst of moon magic underwater spells out,]

I thought we might swim together.

[This would also be easier on him if he were willing to reveal mind magic. Seems like he should have a conversation about that before injecting words into Mizuki's skull though.]

[ Jellyfish crimes are always happening. In his defense, though, the most that would happen if Ebalon touched one is a brief reveal, followed by a recoil. Though, maybe he should just grab Ebalon with one and throw him out. Sure, this is his water dimension or whatever, but he's also obviously teasing Mizuki at this point, right? Ebalon is so smart. And Mizuki is so obvious. He has the poker face of a small child just told they're going to Didney Worl, and he knows he's not exactly subtle even now. And that's confusing. Does Ebalon find it endearing? Or maybe, being nobility really just desensitizes you to stuff like this? Or...

Augh. He doesn't know...! Why can't he just read minds? That would make everything so much easier. Mizuki looks up when Ebalon gets closer, mostly so he can move his tendrils accordingly, but also apparently he can write glowy letters in the water? Wild. ]

Ah. Hm. If that's really what you want...?

[Teasing indeed, but Mizuki is so easy to prod at. Look at that face.

Perhaps it is endearing, like an overexcited puppy or something like that. Or perhaps it's endearing in a darker sense of the word: a naïve and genuinely sweet young man wearing his heart on his sleeve, perfect for Ebalon to coil around like a serpent and sway to his side. This is a sick sense of flirting. A gnarled, perverse sense of love, really.

Keep being interesting, Mizuki. Keep having these fascinating reactions to things that he does and says. It's fueling him in all the most fucked-up little ways.]

I have to breathe from time to time. Consequence of human lungs. I do want to spend time with you, though.

[Leave it to the man who blows up ~~me specifically~~ others with sigils written in moonlight to have the ability to fine-tune his moon magic in such a way he can write with it.]

[ This is a joke, right? It has to be. He's gone from telling Ebalon his secrets to shoujo manga very quickly and he doesn't entirely know how to deal with it. There's a lot of feelings to be had. Most of them within the realm of "Does he really still want to be around me and do fun stuff even after that?" Apparently so! And that's just??? Weird. Good? Embarrassing. Something.

He knows that non-aquatic beings didn't do super well in terms of holding their breath. He's had to already give two people on this boat CPR because they were in the water for a handful of seconds, tops. Lungs are incredibly fragile, aren't they? Just a little bit of water and suddenly they get all mad... So, Mizuki can just right himself and swim towards the surface of the water. Easier this way for Ebalon to get air. Even if Mizuki wants to just go to the bottom of this pool and nervously curl his tentacles around him in a ball so can get out all his excitement, he'd be lying if he said he doesn't also want to spend time with Ebalon. He wants to spend a disgusting amount of time with Ebalon, actually?

He's supposed to be getting better at his clinginess, but he supposes this might be a backwards progress for a little while, just until he can sort his feelings. ]

Ehehe... Then, by your command, I'll happily swim with you. [ He'd say here that Ebalon really should have wore swim gear if he planned on going in the water, but people usually just put swim trunks on then, huh? That wouldn't be much better. Worse, actually! Now he'd be far too embarrassed to offer to carry Ebalon through the water, as he's positive he's a faster swimmer. ] A-are you sure you're comfortable like this, though?

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