[PRP] Disappearing Act (Chance & Claude)

[kuropeco]

She would get one single text message a day after she returned:

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Text to Claude:

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[Lucyal]

Claude heard her phone buzz on the nightstand nearby and waited a few minutes before rolling over from bed to grab it. She glanced at the message and immediately a smirk broke out on her lips. Rolling onto her back, she typed back a reply.

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Text to Chance:

What did I do now?

After sending it, she placed her phone on her stomach and closed her eyes again, waiting. Still smirking. Like she didn't know what she did.

She knew.  

[kuropeco]

Claude would receive another text:

lucyal

Text to Claude:

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All the picture consisted of was Chance's middle finger as he shot her the bird.  

[Lucyal]

Claude looked at the new text, and snorted softly.

kuuropii

Text to Chance:
Hello friend. It's been some time since I last saw you.

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Text to Chance:
Aw, Chance. Didn't think you cared.

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Text to Chance:
: )

 

[kuropeco]

He could almost taste the sarcasm.

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Text to Claude:

you're so full of s**t

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Text to Claude:

where did you go, anyway?

 

[Lucyal]

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Text to Chance:
Not as much as you.

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Text to Chance:
Nothing worth noting really. Off Island Observation Post duty.

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Text to Chance:
Are we going to converse entirely through text, or do I get the privilege of seeing your bright and shining face today?

 

[kuropeco]

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Text to Claude:

I'm pretty sure you're the shittiest

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Text to Claude:

I dunno did you bring me back a souvenir

 

[Lucyal]

kuuropii

Text to Chance:
Sea salt, Chance. Sea salt.

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Text to Chance:
Yes. It's one big ******** you.

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Text to Chance:
: )

 

[kuropeco]

There was no answer for approximately three and a half minutes. Then -

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Text to ******** class="clear">

[Lucyal]

Claude actually laughed at that. For someone who claimed to be chill...she apparently had a knack for riling him. It was nothing short of beautiful.

kuuropii

Text to Chance:
Can't show me that too much. It will lose its meaning.

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Text to Chance:
Meet you at the beach where the palms cross to form an X in 15.

 

[kuropeco]

Chance's only response was a series of emoticons that he basically just key smashed out of amusement and mild exasperation.

Ten minutes later, he was at the beach at the designated spot, dressed in black sweatpants and a loose fitting shirt, hands in his pockets. Claude wasn't there yet, so he crouched in the sand and began building a castle, nudging clumps of it together.

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[Lucyal]

Claude took the entire fifteen minutes, but she didn't arrive a moment later.

A shadow hung over the beginnings of a castle for a moment before it shrunk as Claude crouched beside him. She rested her head in her hand, her lidded gaze on the sand he was pushing around. She was dressed in a simple tunic shirt, tank top, and breezy capris, lacking her hat and bandanna. In her other hand was a small bag she had by the strap that rested in the sand.

"You have to close your eyes and hold out a hand if you want your souvenir." She told him flatly after a moment.

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[kuropeco]

"No ******** way," said Chance cheerfully, without looking up at Claude. He mashed his hands into the sand and made what might have been a wall of a castle, though he wasn't putting that much effort into it. There were three other similar mushy walls already in place.

"I totally do not trust that you're not going to, like, shove me face first into the beach."

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[Lucyal]

"Heh."

She had to give him that one. She had done it once before. Instead, with a small smirk, she reached into her bag and pulled out her gift. Claude then held it out on her palm, and presented it within his field of vision, blocking the sight of the mushy sand castle.

"Starfruit."

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[kuropeco]

He blinked in surprise at the object held out to him, which was probably the weirdest looking food he had ever seen. Weird, and awesome at the same time. Chance wiped the sand off of his fingers and then plucked the fruit from Claude's, turning it over in his hands with interest.

"Huh," he said curiously. "Thanks. What does it taste like, do you know?"

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