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Oh, he’d been, and it was nice to go on about. Kicking lazily and watching the sun reflect off the water n bathe Trey’s skin in golden-blues, his grin only growing for when he took the watch out thr water and found it still ticking on steady as a heart beat, “Off the coast of Kibri in Cameroon, Crescent beach in Cali, here— Oh! The Bahamas once, near Nassau, waters crystal there,” and he found the breath to go on, frowning for how Trey n Emmy would’ve been good friends - what with how responsible they both were.

A shame — to have the money and the power - and only use it as intended. As if bricks couldn’t be hammers too - easily as they could be keys, and dive weights — and —-

“Warmer waters are best, acourse, but everything gets cold once you get deep enough. Sadly Nassau’s ******** tapped for good fish. S’just those ******** slugs and though conch makes for pretty shells? I think it’s s**t for food.”

Things he did and things he didn’t — he leveled Trey with a look — “Things I will and won’t eat — all boils down to whatever can give you brain worms. So — no slugs, snails, no brains of most things, and I don’t need the pistolas off them things for what the locals say their good for,” a wink tossed Trey’s way for that admission, not that he hadn’t tried those spindly little stamens, n half gagged for the slime of its tubelike texture.

“Since you don’t wanna abuse power tho, ever thought of chartering a boat? I’ve been trying to get Faustite on one for an age. The water out here’s cold — murky — but there’s some places where the ocean n sea meet — it’s be fun to just take a metal detector out there, or go magnet fishing!”

It was a start of an idea, or at least the start of a bevy of ten thousand terrible ones.

“Cause you gotta make the time to be responsibly irresponsible every once in awhile Trey, we bring in the energy like we do, s’not like we’re gonna be struck down for playing fast n loose with what’s rightfully earned.”

He wanted to remind the man he could’ve had a planet, a solar system, a life giving star; why not abuse some teleportation just a little?

“Hey now, one mans trash is another mans really expensive Raybands, or diving compass, or wallet chain…Not gonna lie? The amount of old mines n boat parts you find in some places is ******** insane. If we’re on a touristy beach though? You’ll probably pull up more bottle caps n fishing lures then anything.” his words as rapid fire as his thoughts, because the fact that Trey was even considering his idea was exciting as ********! He was sure the man had earned some well deserved free time to go along with all of his hard work.

Knew that maybe all his work left no room for play.

Waru thought, randomly, that Trey n Emmy were cut of the same cloth, professional people keeping up professional appearances because they had those kinda extraordinary and highly public lives to lead. The sort that needed that specific sorta protective layering n forethought — like about abandoned high end cars. He wanted to encourage them to meet, someday, if only to have nothing more than a decent conversation full of smart words n the kinda silent glances that communicated meaning well beyond his own understanding.

“N you’ve gotta remember, m’the same sort that convinced said man-on-fire to get wasted at the least health conscious hospital christening I’ve ever been to—“ not to mention the one who’d pushed his boy to play outta bounds. He prided himself on making the worst ideas tangible, if not practice, made all sorts of ripples to parallel Trey’s lazy calm, a host of delinquent little splashes, as Waru circled like someone who thought he had as many teeth in his head as any sweetly hungry shark that lived out beyond a reef.

“So! Points to me for making bad ideas sound good and functional, at least some of the time? Besides! The Bahamas have got over seven-hundred islands, pirate caches, sandbars — tell me we can’t find one to stash our boy on, or — oh, ********, you could get us all on a yacht out there? Time between on the boat and on an island can make those three hours seem like enough if is the right kinda boat.” Eyes wide and full of imagination as his endless grin. Hedging ever closer to some sort of point. The same point as he’d always wanted to make with Trey maybe. That the man should have what he wanted, that all he needed to do was ask and he’d have it.

The Bahamas. Fast Cars. A Promotion. That Waru would nudge eagerly towards all options even if nothing ever came of it.

“Course, if that’s not an option? Germany. I’ve always wanted to go see what the autobahn is all about. You could play with your fast cars—I could ride b***h.”

"Course you could. ********, you could get 'em custom and replaced times ten, huh?" and Waru laughed like a burst of bubbles, because even though he was literally swimming in it, he knew he was probably going to keep forgetting the fact that Trey's wealth was extensive in a way that didn't just mean he lived comfortably and had the nicest, shiniest of things. Though the idea of encouraging him to fish for molding Raybands at the bottom of the sea just to get a glimpse of the look on his face after doing it?

Priceless.

As priceless as the joy he'd get from selling Trey on the best of the worst of his ideas, all for the sake of flashy bits of fun. Well earned fun. Twisting to watch the fan of black waves that spread around Treys lithe form. Waru had to bite his lip at all of the thoughts the mans new asks dredged up, cause he knew deep down in the blurry back of his waterlogged brain that Trey didn't mean 'in the bedroom'.

Unless he did? Facets of life that bled over at the edges until there were little traces of them in everything. Coulda been a question aimed like that -- coulda been...

"Yanno---" like the words he actually wanted were hard to mix into something like sentences. Language was some science-like chemistry s**t that he'd never really had any more a knack for that than he'd had for baking. Cooking! Cooking could be as experimental as ever he wanted it to be, but portraying a thought concisely? He couldn't always just throw it at the wall and hope it'd stick. "---so---it's like this, right? Like -- there's the desire -- but only if I believe, deep, deep down that the person I'm leading is the kind that'd be interested in following. Cause there's being *pushy* about s**t that needs to be pushed, n then there's crossing a line?"

And then there was the fiery car crash of an aftermath where his leading was only good if he didn't have to worry about anyone else suffering the inevitable consequences of it.

"Though I guess none of that has ******** all to do with actually being in charge, right? Er, with the desire for it?" and it was a wonder that he floated at all with all his talking, that air stayed in his lungs long enough to let him manage such a feat. "Nah--- in this scenario? The reality of the thing is that you look good in the drivers seat of a car. You get this focus on your face that's not just 'guy watching the road' bland. It's kinda showy. I like it. N'it's too rare a sight to not enjoy it as a passenger. Like, to just soak it all in lazy-like, but even more so at high speeds?" his admiration blatantly obvious as the wide, sunny grin on his face. No point in hiding his joy at the game he'd started by being a straight up nuisance. That he planned to play out upon for as long as Trey allowed. "So I'll offer to ride b***h if it's driving. Just like I'd offer to be in charge if it was diving."

"'Sides, you of all people deserve a bit of lead-rope. As much's the world'll give you, n'less you're asking me to put you in a scenario where I'm in charge?" How much would he balk n bristle at that? How fun would that be to see? Even when Trey gave an inch to seniority, gave up centimeters of bend to rank, there was something about that lacquered n trained elegance of a perfect host that'd always made Waru want to look for a lie...

Or maybe he was just looking for the imperfection of humanity that sat beyond most Senshi's glittering guise.