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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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[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.

[Matt presses his lips together, resisting the urge to say anymore and instead concentrating on his paddle. Eventually his movements get a little smoother, propel him a little further, allow him to swim a little faster.

But he's also swimming -away- from the shore.]

[Mello swims in front of him, blocking off his path from going even deeper]

We're going towards to shore, genius. There's nothing out there but water, remember? So either turn your ass towards the shore.

[Matt pauses, panting softly.]

Maybe we can find...a deserted island.

We've already got one of those. It's that way.

[Points to the shore]

You're doing pretty well so far, though.

Not a deserted island if there's other people there.

[He sighs.]

...Where I left my smokes though.

[After another second of consideration, he turns and starts swimming back in the direction of the shore.]

[Mello keeps pace next to him]

Swim to shore and we'll call it a day. You can take as many breaks as you need but I'm not helping you unless you go fucking under. Think you're up to it?

Come on, give me a little credit.

[He was the third. It might not mean much to Mello, but compared to the rest of the world...Matt has to be a pretty fast learner.

He just doesn't like it.]

Being smart and being a swimmer are too different things, especially when years of smoking have given you the lung capacity of a two year old.

[But he smirks, he knows Matt can do it.]

But trust me, I'm not worried. I never would have kicked you in the water if I didn't think you could do it.

Yeah...next time, let's just assume I can do it and quit there.

[He finally reaches the shore and crawls up on it, collapsing on the wet sand.]

[Mello steps out of the surf and crouches over him]

You made it. Christ, that was incredible.

[He pokes Matt with a sandy toe]

You alive?

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