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[damnfinecup]

It wasn't a bad day to go to the beach. Not that there were often bad days to go to the beach on the island, if one didn't count the occasional hurricane or those times when dinosaurs walked the island. Even in the rain, Dale sometimes liked to walk along the sand and watch the clouds gather over the ocean. There was no rain today though, just a partly cloudy sky and a pleasant breeze.

Dale didn't do much in the way of food, deciding they would be better off raiding the nearby trees for something to eat, but he did wear the awful shorts, as promised, along with equally awful tank top and his too-large running shoes that he never could find the heart to part with, not with everything they'd been through together. And rather than heading west or south they went north, to a more distant and seldom-visited stretch of shoreline.

"So," he said, standing barefoot in the surf and looking out over the water. "You ready?"

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[jdick.livejournal.com]

"No, just gimme a sec," Joe said with another laugh and then another little coughing fit before his throat and lungs finally felt clear. "I'm okay," he said after a moment.

[dale-cooper-fbi.livejournal.com]

"All right then," said Dale, starting back on his way in the direction of the tree again. It wasn't really that much further, but he kept going anyway, instead of turning around. It was good to have a goal. "I won't ask you any more questions."

[jdick.livejournal.com]

"Don't make me laugh, that's what you need to not do," Joe instructed before he began swimming again, following Dale. "That's what the fucking problem was."

[dale-cooper-fbi.livejournal.com]

"I didn't realise I made you laugh so often that it's a problem," said Dale, looking back at him without pausing his strokes.

[jdick.livejournal.com]

"When it causes me to inhale salt water it becomes a fucking problem," Joe shot back, trying not to laugh again. He didn't know if it was getting rid of the gun that made him feel good, but it was something.