[His thoughts aren't so put together as words but he seems just fine with that. Trying is good. Don't run, please don't run. Like he's afraid Caleb is about to bolt.]
Come on. Can go find something interesting to occupy your thoughts.
[Because his thoughts are being broadcast, he doesn't actually mean that in a horny way? Shocking?]
[He's giving him a fond look at that, so the fact that his thoughts flash I know. I like that. Is pretty obvious. But yeah. He likes him. Because he is a guy who says he is a twisted individual to make him feel better about accidentally thinkin' about someone dying in the lazy river.]
Suppose that's why everyone always crashes in the new places.
[Aren't those on a pity system too. They're gonna auto-fail next time, whoops. Molly's thoughts on them are sort of, uh. Fuck the stupid glasses. But it's not because they aren't helpful. It's because he just died with them in his pocket like an idiot. But it's fine.]
[S'funny. They're always going through your pockets after you die. Didn't even have any gold this time. Make sure to put something good in there for next time. Hah! So at least his brain has jokes.]
Should I take them out next time? They're probably not cursed or anything.
[He startles just a little at the strong reaction to his brain jokes, but just brushes past it. Squeezing the hand he still has if Caleb has just let him walk clear across campus handholding. Wow.]
... I'm plenty superstitious, so, I can't disagree with you there. Maybe best not to push it.
[Buuuut they've probably made it to the lazy river thing by now. Molly hasn't actually been here at all, so he's just curious.]
[He has. . . he has. Molly was, um, very sweet to him just now, letting his brain problems just exist in the background and be okay. He is feeling a little gooey over it.]
[Sometimes you just have bad brains. That's the thing Molly is pretty damn good at, just letting things be. He grins at him and starts just peeling his clothes off. In public? He isn't wearing his coat, too damn hot, but like everything is coming off. It's fine.]
Didn't make it all the way to summer without getting to do that.
[Well. His thoughts broadcasting are just a whole bunch of arms. . . back. . . muscles. . . . Embarrassing. Is he taking it all off. Caleb is also actually not wearing his dumb coat this week. He's wearing trousers and a button down with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Anyway, he will also strip down to his underwear because why not.]
[See, that's the secret. Just replace all sad thoughts with horny ones. Molly shoots him a bit of a lopsided grin when he notices the Thots happening in his direction, pausing to pose for a second before. Yeah. Taking everything off. It's fine. His own thoughts aren't much better just a little running commentary of shite, I think I'm really into freckles. Don't think that. He can hear that. I suppose that's fine. Whatever. He knows already? He has to know. Do I have a thing for redheads? I think I'm getting a thing for redheads. It's such a cute ass. Good personality. Stop thinking things!]
[Oh. He looks mildly sheepish. Not the level he should be for what he was just thinking about, going to just click his tongue and start walking over to flop himself into the water instead.]
Come on already. You can look at my arms in the water.
[Vague embarrassment thoughts. Mostly just pure embarrassment, mixed with just a little undercurrent of uglier thoughts, rejecting the idea of thinking such nice things about him.
He will just sink into the water himself, head under.]
[ Oh there he goes. Bye. Just crawling into one of the inner tubes, tail flopped over the side with the rest of his limbs, letting Caleb try and drown out the embarrassment. I don't know how far the thoughts things go, but Molly's are still embarrassing, probably. Something like Oops. Is it bad that's still cute?]
[He stays under until the cute thoughts pass, and then comes back up, pulling his arms over the top of the inner tube to lean his torso across it, still kicking in the water.]
[Well if he wanted his revenge to make Molly have a bunch of embarrassing thoughts, he does. Just a quick repetition in a Zemnian accent I like you very much I like you very much I like you very much and he reaches over to push Caleb's head back under the water.]
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[There's a feeling there like he's not sure he believes this. But he is trying, maybe.]
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Come on. Can go find something interesting to occupy your thoughts.
[Because his thoughts are being broadcast, he doesn't actually mean that in a horny way? Shocking?]
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He will give him a small smile, pulling away, but taking his hand in his.]
Alright. What do you want.
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Made it all the way to summer now, yeah? Never got a chance to use that river thing. With the tubes?
[His brain, unbidden, fills in oh wait fuck didnt byleth die in that but you know what, just grinning through it]
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[Walking with him to the river, then.]
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Suppose that's why everyone always crashes in the new places.
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. . . I suppose so. And then on the weekend, someone will die there, too. We have had such luck with the glasses, only looking at new places.
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[Aren't those on a pity system too. They're gonna auto-fail next time, whoops. Molly's thoughts on them are sort of, uh. Fuck the stupid glasses. But it's not because they aren't helpful. It's because he just died with them in his pocket like an idiot. But it's fine.]
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They may not work a third time. But it helped, a lot.
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Should I take them out next time? They're probably not cursed or anything.
[They are definitely cursed.]
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He reacts very strongly to those brain jokes.]
Um. I'm not superstitious, really, but. . .
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... I'm plenty superstitious, so, I can't disagree with you there. Maybe best not to push it.
[Buuuut they've probably made it to the lazy river thing by now. Molly hasn't actually been here at all, so he's just curious.]
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. . . Did you want to go swimming?
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Didn't make it all the way to summer without getting to do that.
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[Oh. He looks mildly sheepish. Not the level he should be for what he was just thinking about, going to just click his tongue and start walking over to flop himself into the water instead.]
Come on already. You can look at my arms in the water.
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[Vague embarrassment thoughts. Mostly just pure embarrassment, mixed with just a little undercurrent of uglier thoughts, rejecting the idea of thinking such nice things about him.
He will just sink into the water himself, head under.]
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[ Oh there he goes. Bye. Just crawling into one of the inner tubes, tail flopped over the side with the rest of his limbs, letting Caleb try and drown out the embarrassment. I don't know how far the thoughts things go, but Molly's are still embarrassing, probably. Something like Oops. Is it bad that's still cute?]
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You are impossible.
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I know.
[Leaning over, probably disrupting the precarious balance of this tube, to just kiss him right on top of the head.]
But you like that about me.
[... He does like that, right?]
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. . . Yeah. I like you very much.
[Don't doubt that.]
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