this BUTTON wants to FLY

Shaking his head in a no pattern, David gave Jules another smile. “Oh I don’t believe that for a moment, I think you’re made for this car.” Giving a nod, “It is, but does it make sense to keep using an older, more likely to pollute vehicle when compared with a lean, sleek, biodegradeable machine like this one?” David tapped it again, hoping it might sway her.

“i do agree with you that it is a wonderful place.” when she turns to see jules sitting nearby, paola is struck with an eery sense of familiarity. she’s seen her around town, of course - but that isn’t what this is. is there a possibility that she’s met the girl before.. as ariel ? she forces herself to shake the puzzlement off of her face as she approaches jules. “i don’t know how to explain it.. but it’s different now. i know i’ve lived here for so long.. but now i really don’t think i’m supposed to be here. am i crazy ?”

“oh no, she’s using her war face.” archer snickers mischievously. she looks like she’s right out of a disney movie- which is a lot more fitting than he fails to realize. “yeah, yeah, yeah. disagree all you want but i’ll be sticking to my guns until i eventually win something.” its almost ironic for him to joke like this- he was one of the least competitive people in his cursed life. “like what ?” is there any chance she knew how to play quidditch ?

“of course i wasn’t prepared for a bloody cheater !” archer protests. he splashes her gently in retaliation and rolls his eyes. he’s trying to pretend to be annoyed but he’s quite bad at being convincing. “oh, shut it. the only thing worse than a sore winner is a gracious one.” he breaks and he chuckles. archer shakes out his soaked curls as he buries his toes in the sand below. “someday we’ll find another activity to rematch with.” 

“you’re onto something, mate. people like that are wound a bit too tight- jealousy makes sense.” archer smirks as he talks. he never really minds when his behavior earns look of disapproval. in fact- it fuels him sometimes. jules’ remark about the slow turtle leaves him briefly stalled as he tries to process the strange saying. “a small wha- hey, wait !” he takes off towards the water. his bare feet pound again the damp sand and he doesn’t stop until he reaches the water, smiling the whole way. “you’re a bloody cheat !” 

“are you serious ?” archer asks, face brightening slightly at jules’ offer for company. she’s pretty easy to please and she likes that about herself. “everyone else has stared at me like i’m a bloody lunatic- but i’m game. i’m so game !” archer exclaims as she jumps to her feet. she tugs up her jeans that are both damp and sandy as she prepares for round two. “head first is the only way to do it- or anything for that matter.” she takes something of a starting position before she turns her head towards jules. “you ready ?”