“are you seriously just gonna sit on your phone the whole day, fade? we’re at the beach, you know!” jett exclaims, squinting at fade. who, is currently lounging on a sun chair with her sunglasses on and a book in her hands. reading shitty romance books: a guilty pleasure.

“i’m too old for this,” fade grumbles, flicking a page.

“you’re no fun!” jett shoots back, and then decides to give up on fade to instead splash water at neon. fade knows she has a point, protocol didn’t give them a vacation just for her to laze around reading books all day.

but, to each their own, right?

it’s only a few minutes before fade’s attention on her book vanishes into thin air, because suddenly you walk up beside her with your arms folded while you look out into the ocean.

“i thought you weren’t going to swim,” fade says flatly. although, her eyes trail up and down your body— at the battle scars, at your legs, at your.. pretty little black bikini. and then, at your face because you smile a little whenever you see neon and jett enjoying themselves.

“changed my mind,” you say.

fade hums thoughtfully, sitting up a little in her seat to look up at you properly.

“you look nice,” fade mutters, again, with a flat tone. her voice stays monotonous in that eerie whisper-y voice of hers.

fade looks back at the ocean dismissively, her i-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude as prevalent as ever.