July 12th, 207
Jolly Roger's Journal
Heero has no grasp of the concept of 'shy' at all.
We were down at the beach today. Clear, warm water, sand that scorches your feet, that sort of bliss. Never had much chance to swim when I was a kid, but I did learn how to somewhere along the way - at least enough to keep me from drowning.
Heero told me he got into swimming big-time at the college. Says it's a great way to relax. Me, I say he just misses the snug fit of the bike shorts, and swim trunks are the best substitute that doesn't get him weird looks at campus - though I'm sure he still gets looks.
However, I really hope he uses the changing rooms at college. Sure, we had the beach all to ourselves, but in these parts of the world you still don't flash yourself in public without some sort of reaction by the nearest law enforcer. We brought towels for a reason.
He and Wufei got into a contest, once in the water. There are a couple of rocky outcrops about half a mile out from the beach, so they set off a series of races out there, and back again, and so on. I knew I couldn't compete, so I didn't even bother to try.
What bugged me about that, was that I was left with Quatre. Most of the time, he focused on the book he'd brought - some recent study on macroeconomics, or something - and worked on the tan of his back. Good or bad, I don't know. Never been much of a conversationalist, not when I'm supposed to think before I speak. Couldn't bring up the whole beggar routine right off the bat. Had to come up with some random chatter before I got to the big questions. I just couldn't think of anything.
Maybe I'll call Hilde tomorrow, for some pointers. I know she'd be thrilled to help, if it would get me to actually asking. It's not that she doesn't have any shame, it's that she has a brain for business - equal to even Quatre, I'd say.
Trowa didn't join us - stayed back at the mansion. Said something about checking the sublevels together with Rashid. Not sure whether they're reminiscing, or making preparations for the future. Relena says we're at peace now, but that's what she said last year - and look where that got us.
I don't care what Heero says. In my book, that girl is still a ditz. She means well, but that's about all she can manage. A nice figurehead, but if she's the brains of the outfit, I wouldn't give the government any hopes of re-election, not that they're likely to get that, what with the Mariemeia wars and everything.
Anyway - on his way up from the water today, Wufei made damn sure to stop next to where I was lying down, just to lean over and dog-shake his head over me. He smirked and walked off before I could tackle him to the ground and sand-bathe him.
It doesn't matter. I know someone who's going to have a very salty egg for breakfast tomorrow.
- 'is that a scythe or are you just really happy to see me?' - Little D.