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Writ didn't mind the hot weather, his god's realm consisted of nothing but desert. Still, he needed to spur the conversation on somehow. Writ got up, he was not a basking person.

"I guess we could wade, don't think either of us got the right clothes for the job."

In general, he was not a lie-around-doing-nothing-all-day kind of guy. He took off his poncho, taking off his shoes and lifting up his pantlegs. He could keep himself from smelling too much of the water and wade around. Anything to avoid just sitting around talking and being depressed.

His ankles felt a lot cooler. Writ looked down at his dewclaws through the murky water. Four toes wiggled in the sandy shore.

"Oh yeah?" Writ yelled back, spinning around with both his hands pushing the water below him, ready to give her a countersplash. His splash met nothing but the air. Writ frowned, he dunked his head in the water and tried to find the girl underneath. He heard her dive, but she'd needed to go up to the surface to breath, didn't she?

He flicked his head back, his long hair clumped by the water. Writ felt the wet strands against his neck.

"Where'd you go?"

And Writ just got his jeans washed. He thrashed around the water, trying to find his friend without any avail. Alright, stay calm. He thought to himself, she's probably just playing with you. If she was, she was really good at making him worry. After another frantic search for her, he took a deep breath, and dove right in. It was hard to find anything in the murky water, but blurred shapes of minnows and bubbles. He might be able to see in the dark, but in the water he was just as blind as any other human out there.

Writ went up to the surface and gasped for breath, he was all ready to search again.

Writ smile, a facade really. Like he knew what was going on all along. On the inside he was sighing in relief. He watched the film over her eyes retract, and raised an eyebrow, that was interesting.... As soon as that little show was over, he gave her a big wave of water in the face.

"I got you too!"

And the splash fight commenced. At first, Writ was bringing back his arms and skimming the water to make big waves at Zy, but when his arms grew tired, it quickly devolved into just mindless splashing, with Writ's arms thrashing up and down like a one-man slap fight.

Eventually, Writ got tired and started to swim closer to shore. He was out of breath from so much laughing.

Writ gave Zyanya a long look before plopping himself down on the warm sand. What else could he do, she was wet, and Coyote had taught him to at least take the oppurtunity to glance in her direction. He made an effort not to stare. It was already awkward to begin with.

"Yeah, same here. Sometimes, there's just some kinds of fun that blowing things up just can't make."

"You should come along when we do it again!" Writ said, "Imagine the fireworks you see every Fourth of July, but louder, bigger and just plain more cool looking. It's like blowing up mailboxes!" He forgot to mention the danger, the Blacksuits, and the general trouble one would get into if she did join him, but hey, nothing made a good date than a night of fireworks, illegal or otherwise. The "illegal" part was just a part of the thrill. The trouble? Well, Writ was always up for a bit of trouble.

"Aww, alright." Writ said, with a little whine. He never saw the appeal of libraries, or reading for that matter. In elementary school he thought books beyond comics were a bore, and growing up hasn't exactly changed his opinion of the activity. There wasn't nearly enough action in novels that he couldn't do himself.

He cracked a smile at the idea of more time together. "Well, explosions or not, I wouldn't mind either."

"Oh, you know how it is, what else can you do if you don't have any money? Didn't expect to pay for you kids, that's for sure." Writ shrugged, it wasn't any big deal to him.