章 280: Beach-Time-Sun
Once the two eventually returned to the beach the time was around 5-6pm, many beach goers were leaving or had already left. This isn't he case for Reim and Ciri however, they didn't need to work and had no prior arrangements that'd make them unable to stay, and with the relaxed face on his companions face, Reima was unwilling to leave just yet. Besides, they hadn't tried any of the beach side food yet.
They walk side by side across the beach looking for an interesting place to eat, Ciri points to various stores that sell burgers, hot-dogs and other commonly found foods. Reima refused each time however, the reason? "This is England and we're near the sea. If we don't eat fish and chips I'll castrate myself."... Needless to say, after that declaration Reima couldn't and wouldn't eat anything else, to the chagrin of his companion.
Eventually they found a store selling cod and chips and they wasted no time in ordering and finding themselves a seat. The store was nice but if Reima could change one thing? It'd be the creepy dude trying to flirt with Ciri, neither found it amusing but both were worried he'd do something weird to her food. Once the plump man gave them the boxed food Reima swapped his with Ciri's, while it might be paranoia, he'd rather take the bullet for her... He's a gentleman afterall???
Ciri looks confused at the forked stick she had been handed and glances at Reima, "Do we not get proper cutlery?"
Reima waves away her worries, "It's tradition... And cheaper." he says prodding his own wooden fork in her direction.
The meal itself was average, the fish was alright but the batter was greasy and falling apart. The chips were the same and are only edible with liberal use of vinegar and ketchup.
Ciri "Reima?" she asks while eating.
Reima "Ciri?" he parrots her, causing her nose to wrinkle.
Ciri "I'm being serious."
Reima "Fine, what's up?"
Ciri "This all, feels weird... Like we're wasting precious time, we should be doing something proactive like training." she says sincerely.
Reima nods, he can see why she'd be thinking that, she does have interdimentional wraith cosplaying elves after her booty, so it's a warranted worry. "Relax Ciri, no one can constantly fight or train." he says remembering his time spent in Dark Souls. "You have to rest at some point, if you're too overworked then your progress may be stunted, breaks like the one we're having today is good for your mind and body. You'd know this if you read the book on muscular hypertrophy that I'd given you a couple days ago.
She sheepishly looks away a this, "I guess you're right... I've had a great time today, Reima." she says with genuine emotion.
He smiles at her, "I'm glad, you always seem so stressed out. If doing this can ease your burden then I'm content. Perhaps when all of this is over we can take our friends somewhere similar?"
She nods, "I'd like that."
After they're done with with the food they quickly leave, not noticing or ignoring the fat man's glaring at Ciri. They continue to walk around the beech, arms brushing against each other occasionally, a comfortable silence between them.
Reima spots a stand they'd previously walked past in his focussed attempt to find fish and chips, he unconsciously starts salivating at the smell of it. Ciri notices his heavy gaze and looks in the same direction.
Ciri "You want to get some treats? I could still eat." she says, this being the last thing Reima needs before he's briskly walking towards the stand.
"Hello, what can I do fo-" the woman is cut off as Reima states "As many dohnuts this £50 note can buy me."
...
"O-ok sir." she says as he cashes the note and walks back into the stand.
Ciri "Do you really need that many?" she asks curiously.
Reima "Ciri, you've never had a soft warm sugar doughnut before. If there was such a thing as heaven, and it didn't look like McDocnalds, it'd defnitely be covered in these doughnuts." he says with absolute certainty.
Around 10 minutes later the woman comes back with a huge bag of doughnuts, "60 doughnuts sir." she says as she hands it to him, the heat from the sugary treats causing the paper bag to warm his fingers...
Reima "Thanks" he says to the lady before turning to Ciri, "Quick, let's find somewhere to sit before these get cold."
In the end they find themselves sitting in a few lounge chairs overlooking the ocean, both have a couple of alcoholic drinks next to them as they occasionally pop a doughnut into their mouths. Ciri herself must have eaten 14 of them, she felt so full that the only thing she'd managed to get down her gullet is the drink Reima had bought them, though, she'd never thought the combination of "Coke" and "Whisky" would go well together... Personally she'd prefer something more fruity but this'll do, it's significantly better than the piss the commoners would usually drink.
They idly rest on the chairs as the sky turns yellow and the sun starts to set, Reima looks at Ciri, her bloated belly and unwomanly posture making him smile, "Yep, that's Ciri." he muses to himself mentally.
Reima "So, your first time at an English beach been?" he asks, already fully knowing the answer.
Ciri "Wonderful, though I'd prefer it without the people..." she mutters the last part.
Reima grins "There is another type of beach, it's called a nudist-" he doesn't finish his sentence due to a doughnut colliding with the side of his head.
They both lock eyes for a moment before bursting into laughter, truly, this was an amazing day.
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Niggross So that's the end of the beach mini-arc, enjoy it as it'll probably be a while before it happens again...
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