[Cid cannot help but laugh joyously. Between the alcohol and the immediate chemistry borne of that little gambit, Cid feels well pleased with himself.]
Yes. Let us. I’ve got an idea. You’re spry, you can handle it.
[He takes Dion by the hand and leads him to the closest edge of the dock on shore. He motions with his head what the plan is with a tilting nod. He readies himself, braces, and hops over the railing, catching the support beam and sliding down so he doesn’t bust an ankle. He laughs and cheers as he lands sandal-first in the sand.]
[Above them now is all the bustling, muffled somewhat, but on their level is nothing but the shadows of the docks and the privacy of going somewhere no one else cares to be. The tide is thankfully out right now, otherwise they would be thigh deep in salt water.]
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Yes. Let us. I’ve got an idea. You’re spry, you can handle it.
[He takes Dion by the hand and leads him to the closest edge of the dock on shore. He motions with his head what the plan is with a tilting nod. He readies himself, braces, and hops over the railing, catching the support beam and sliding down so he doesn’t bust an ankle. He laughs and cheers as he lands sandal-first in the sand.]
[Above them now is all the bustling, muffled somewhat, but on their level is nothing but the shadows of the docks and the privacy of going somewhere no one else cares to be. The tide is thankfully out right now, otherwise they would be thigh deep in salt water.]