badfic_manor | Video/Action

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[The beach, the water, the blue sky...it's paradise. In theory. Because one man's paradise is another man's hell, and that man would be Matt. The only possible, logical reason for him to be sitting on the beach, his towel spread out between him and that cursed sand, is that he's under orders to do so.

He looks miserable.

And pissed.

And his nose is covered in sunscreen.

Matt takes a drag from his cigarette before letting it rest on a small plastic ashtray. He reaches for a neon green gun and points it at his head, closing his eyes before pulling the trigger. Squirt! The stream of cold water hits his cheek, and there's very very temporary relief from the heat.

Matt reaches for his cigarette, but it's not exactly where he left it. The ashtray has mysteriously 'grown' eight legs and is walking away.

Anyone for crab legs?]

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Joking. Life preserver and a kickboard. And no, I'm not kidding about those.

Christ.

[Matt sighs, casting a glance around the beach as he gets to his feet.]

If anyone else sees me, I'm sinkin' straight to the bottom.

That's what the life preserver's for, Matt.

[Smirks]

[Matt groans and marches towards the water like a man going to meet his execution squad.]

Fuck me.

That's for later.

[Mello takes him to the dock.]

Ready?

[Before getting an answer Mello kicks him into the water]

[Matt parts his lips to respond...but Mello's already kicking him into the water. His eyes widen and he tries to keep his balance, but the splash that follows is a pretty good sign that he failed.]

Fu--! You're a dick!

[Matt sputters.]

[Mello dives in after him, glad that Matt's wearing the vest because he clearly would have sunk otherwise. He shrugs at the accusation. He's been called less accurate things]

You don't even know how to tread water, huh?

[Matt splashes and bobs in Mello's general direction, attempting to cling to him.]

Dick.

Would you have really gotten into the water otherwise?

[Mello doesn't let him cling.]

First things first. Get on your back.

[Matt stops struggling, bobbing in the water as he looks at him.]

Can't wait, huh.

[He tries to do as he's told though, it just takes him longer. Every time he lays back, he's sure he's going underwater.]

[As if he can read Matt's mind]

That life-vest's not a fucking fashion accessory, you aren't going to sink. Kick.

Christ. I like my vest better.

[He finally relaxes...and starts to kick.]

My legs are tired.

Your vest is hardly an improvement.

[Mello rolls his eyes]

You've been in the water less than ten minutes. Keep going, you're actually not doing badly.

[Kick.

Kick.

Kick.

...Float.]

Need a cigarette. [Too much fresh air.]

You can have one when we're finished. Put your arms into it.

[Mello backstrokes passed him to demonstrate]

Showoff.

[Matt flaps his arms a little bit, sending him after Mello, inch by inch.]

All I need to know is how to doggy paddle, right?

It's basic. If I wanted to show off I would have done the butterfly.

[Rolls his eyes]

Yeah, if you want to take the easy way out.

[This is said as if Matt is about to commit some grievous crime, Successors never do things the easy way, they do it the most perfect way possible.]

[A pause at that.]

Teach me the doggy paddle.

[Mello laughs]

On your stomach.

Oh, is it time for the fun stuff already?

[Matt grins, but follows orders this time around.]

Once we get to shore you might not be able to get off your stomach for some time.

[Snickers, then serious]

Now, pretty much the one rule of the dog paddle is stay up. Kick and push the water away with your hands. No rules, just propel yourself forward.

[Mello looks like he's swallowed a lot of pride to sink this low as he demonstrates.]

[It probably is killing him, a swimmer who could probably enter the fucking Olympics, reduced to the most basic moves, one that even children can learn.

Children and Matt.

He starts kicking his legs, pawing at the surface of the water as he gradually moves forward.]

[Probably not Olympic but certainly miles above most. And he has a lot of pride and a lot of dignity no matter what he's doing. Mello treads water and snickers as Matt struggles]

Alright, you're getting there.

Getting there? Fuck!

[Of course, as he talks, he gets water in his mouth. But his head stays above the surface.]

That's what I said.

[Mello furrows his brow]

Be careful.

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