Swimming on a boat that is on the sea. (Lani and I)

She glanced up at him, still surprised that he hadn't gotten used to her yet, "You know I've never dated before. Compliments alone are uncommon..."

"Yeah, fine... Though I think if I had dated before, you would have been used to compliments by now." Glyndwr said, grinning at Aurora afterwards. "I would definitely have been throwing more your way."

She rolled her eyes, smiling at him, slowly easing back into her usual hyperness. "What, think I'm cute or something?"

"Yeah, I just said so. 'You're so cute, you know?'" Glyndwr chuckled softly, then. "Did you already forget that?"

She rolled her eyes, "You always say it." The words were a tease as she moved to step out of the pool, not bothering to grab her towel, merely sitting on one of the sun chairs. "That's why I said it. What's the word..." her tongue poked out the side of her mouth, and she bit it gently behind her lips. "Sar... sar... sarcasm? That?"

"Well, it doesn't seem like I caught onto it." Glyndwr said, following her out. He grabbed one of the sun chairs and moved it right next to Aurora's. "And I always say it for good reason. Oh yeah, and I have to take you out swimming more often; you really do look gorgeous in a swimsuit." He said as he lay down on the sun chair.

She hid her face from him, wet hair falling forward in an uneven curtain. "Thank you." Sneaking a peak through the layers, she grinned at him, hidden, "You don't look half bad yourself."

Glyndwr reached out and brushed some of the hair off of Auroras face. "Don't hide yourself." He said, smiling at her. "I only have enough hair to hide half of my face, so you enjoying the view while I can't see you is just not fair."

A laugh followed, and she let her eyes darken again while she summoned another whirl of wind in her hand, quickly drying her hair while she combed it with the other hand. How she forgot that it tended to poof and fluff up when she blew it dry was beyond her, but she seemed to care little, looking over at him and pulling up her top a bit more, nervously. "Better?"

After she had finished blowing it dry, Glyndwr blinked at her twice and just stared, deadpan. "Did you meant for it to look like a hay bale, oooor..?" He asked, now with a questioning look. "If you would prefer, I could say you look like you were caught in a hurricane, which, to be perfectly honest, actually technically happened."

She glanced over at him, looking very much annoyed as she pulled off a hair tie from around her wrist, pulling back the blown out mess and looking away, her poofy bangs staying in front of her face, though on the other side, looking like a canopy over her eye and forehead. "I will blow you clear off of this ship, Glyn..."

"Oooh, I'm scared, I've got a dra..." Glyndwr was about to taunt her, and was in the middle of it, but then he remembered: "I DON'T have a dragon, here."

He dun goofed.

She nodded slowly, brow raised at the exposed side of her face, arms crossed over her chest, foot tapping against the deck, "Just you and I, Dory."

"Dory?" Glyndwr questioned, standing up from the chair. He was ready to bolt away from any sudden gusts of wind that may be lobbed in his general direction. This was not underwater, though. He could move properly, here.

The annoyed expression turned into an easy smirk when she realized that she had him, but her eyes had long since returned to normal. There was no true attempt at spell casting right now, merely a verbal threat thrown out in reaction to a slight of pride. "You heard me. Dory."

"Dory? what kind of name is Dory!?" Glyndwr questioned, exasperated. "It's almost as bad as when some idiots called my dragon Yuri and me a pervert for, apparently, naming him after that stuff."

A snort followed, merely over his temper; she knew nothing of what he was referencing, but seeing him riled up was new and a bit more amusing than it should have been, "I don't see where the offense lays."

"It's stupid." He replied, crossing his arms in front of himself. He turned his head away in annoyance and scoffed, loudly.

"Apparently, so is my hair," she stated simply, watching him. She refused to stand, to join him in his game, but her eyes were locked on him, unyielding, unwavering despite the fact that she knew full well that he could take her down, should he want to.

Glyndwr sat down with his back to Aurora, still with his arms crossed. "I'm not gonna take anything back."

"Then neither am I," she said, grabbing her towel and pulling her light slip on over her slim form. Without saying another word, she headed towards the main area of the shit, bare feet pitter-pattering along the deck surface.

Glyndwr stood up and found his tower, as well as the key to his room on top of it. He shrugged and decided to slowly make his way over, looking around the ship in the process.

When he made it back to his room, he'd find a plate sitting on his desk, a freezer cup filled with strawberry juice sitting beside it. Three sandwiches sat piled on top of each other on the plate, though there was no note to be found.

In her own room, Aurora sat back on her bed, fiddling with the little phone Jazz had given her, texting her roommates and checking to see how the pistol was doing. Apparently, all was well back home. Without her usual smilies dotting the conversation, however, the question, of course, had to be asked:

'Trouble in paradise?' - Jazzy
'First clue?' - Aurora
'You haven't texted since you left. ;D'
'Ah.'

When Glyndwr found the food and drink items, he took a bite of the topmost sandwich and sipped the juice, contemplating whether or not to go through and apologise. This was not a hard decision. He quietly opened the bathroom door and then crept up to the other. Years of trying to get around Yurio without waking him up coming into play, at this moment; he very carefully tried the handle to Auroras room, to see if it was open.

She hadn't even thought to lock the door, and it turned easily. Her back was to it, however, and she lay perpindicular across her bed, face buried in the phone as she typed with the old typing system.