CONVEX YURI SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!
Cub’s favorite part of the beach was the waves, crashing and churning in sounds that itched her brain in all the right ways. There was no point going to the beach if there were no waves; enduring the sand and the heat was hardly worth it without the white noises to drown out the rest of the world’s noise. Cub liked to close her eyes and imagine herself surrounded by them, cradled by the water but untouched, enjoying the calculated chaos of each crack and retreat.
It was hot, enough for Cub to keep her distance as Scar starfished over her beach towel, though, Cub doubted the heat was bothering her; it was more likely she was trying to maximize on her ‘sunshine absorption prerogative.’ It was bright too, a brightness even Scar could not endure without sunglasses, though Cub hoped she wasn’t looking directly into the light even if she had them..
Scar spared no expense for today’s experiment, having bought a new bikini for just this occasion; a little unnecessary, given the thousands she already owned, but hey, if Scar was insisting this was an essential piece of the program, Cub wouldn’t fault her. It’s not like Cub couldn’t appreciate the view.. not that Scar should know she was paying her that much attention when her eyes were full of spots from sun-staring—good! That was a good thing. Probably.
Cub never cared for the summer rituals of getting a nice tan, and honestly, past-Cub would have scoffed at the idea of ending up with anyone obsessed enough to worry about it, but what do you know. If getting tan meant wearing skimpy swimsuits and lounging around all day, Cub didn’t have much to complain about.
“It’s hot,” Scar sighed, and while she was complaining, Cub knew for a fact this didn’t bother her.
Scar opened her mouth. Cub took aim with her spray bottle, getting near-direct hits every time.
Cub couldn’t help her soft snort. “Well it’s snowing, if you want a quick peek outside—“
“Cub.” she returned, blandly.
“You’re breaking my immersion,” Scar felt the need to whisper, before dramatically rolling over onto her stomach with one too many flicks of the wrist. “Gosh, I wish there was someone who could help cool me down.”
“Do you.. want an ice cube?”
“No! There are no ice cubes at the beach, Cub.”
“I might have a few in my.. uh.. beverage cooler that we brought with us. To the beach.”
Scar sighed, like Cub was the most unreasonable woman in the world. “No, I forgot the cooler at home, remember? Silly me, so forgetful. All we have is water, and if that’s not working, the only thing that’s left is..”
“I have literally no idea what you want from me.”
Cub blinked. Looked down at her own sweatpants and baggy sweater. Looked up at the room with all the SAD lights suspended precariously from posts in the ceiling and the roaring gas fire Scar was sidled up against.
“I don’t think I can cool you down.”
“You can! Believe in yourself!” Scar threw her head back in a wide grin, then screamed when Cub sprayed nearly up her nose.
“That definitely won’t cool you down.”
“It’s hot over there and I’m wearing a very comfortable amount of clothes for over here, so I think I’m happier right where I am.”
“Well at least step away from that ghastly sound machine, I can hardly hear you where you are.”
“Okay.” Cub did a 180, walking right out the front door. Even with it closed behind her, Scar’s caterwauling could be heard for miles. That was just fine. Cub let herself fall face first into the nearest pile of snow. Got up. Ducked back inside.
“Cub!! What in the world was that about! Leaving me here?? When I’m so vulnerable?? So— so— seasonally depressed!! How could you! This is—“
Scar stopped talking when Cub flopped directly on top of her, screaming and flailing as she too was covered in snow.
