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You know, I really fucking hate the way time works here. It fucks up in your head, making it like you've lived twice as long as you have. This time last year I had everything I fucking wanted, and then woke up to an empty shower running and a blood splattered porch and a police investigation. This time last year I was in a fucking hole puking blood because the Master fucking took over a world and crashed the Barge. It's shit like that, the two memories that are the fucking kicker.

I hate April. I hate the time difference. Fuck this, I'm going ashore, Parker you can do whatever the hell your little heart desires.

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Awww. It's fucking sweet how you think I need help putting someone in their place.

[Her voice was teasing, and she reached over and pulled lightly on his beard, before she moved to the quiet little rock that he'd mentioned.]

Paddy-cakes, why the fuck are you wearing sneakers on the beach?

I just thought I'd offer. I didn't think you needed help.

[He climbed up onto the rock he'd found earlier, which was a little closer to the sea, when the tide was in, so left alone,]

Because I fucking suck at the seaside, and I didn't know where I was goin' or anything. Last time I came in my dress shoes, so this is an improvement.

It was fucking cute.

[It was, having a boyfriend defend her fucking honor and all that shit.]

So take your shoes off bare feet and sand.

[He considered it for a minute, and grimaced,] But then I'll get sand all over my feet, and in between my toes and ew.

What are you, a fucking baby?

[Parker laughed and she squeezed the sand between her toes, relishing how cold it was beneath the warmth of her feet.]

Nah, I just don't like getting sand in things. You never get it out.

[He was just a little bit of a neat freak, under it all, and the idea of sand clinging to his feet just made him cringe.]

I forgot about your fucking OCD, Paddy-cakes.

[Parker laughed, cause she hadn't considered that sand would be as offensive to his fine sensibilities as kitchen clutter is.]

I am not OCD. [He frowned a little,] Maybe a little O, but none of the C and definitely none of the D. I just like... clean and tidy things.

It's the fucking beach, Paddy-cakes it's all about sun and fun and getting sand in unmentionable fucking areas.

Can't we have the first two without the last?

Paddy-cakes, you're one of a fucking kind.

[He laughed and shook his head,] Better than bein' just like everyone else. Wouldn't change it for the fucking world.

[Parker laughed at that, and then she quickly moved her fingers through his hair.]

Damn right you wouldn't. What the fuck would I do without you?

I dunno! Find someone else to tease? {he smirked at her a little, as there was no way he was taking that subject seriously right now.]

God damn, Paddy-cakes, you say that like it's so fucking easy.

Oh, come on, you could tease the arse off a donkey.

[Pause]

That is a thing.

Sure it fucking is. What kind of thing is it?

It's... a donkey's arse. [He just laughed and trudged along the beach a little further, pointing up ahead] C'mon, rock.

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