<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/3bc240ec7380ce6e214b2388d48ef03e/tumblr_mwsld7YGQf1qhv5sho10_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Miles Radnie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370610#msg12370610)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Dara Kurova<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Giving a gift.<br/><hr/>With a grin he came up with a new idea when she mentioned that she wanted his boxers at some point, but it required perfect timing. So he waited until she was in the water and wrapped up around him, trying to dunk him before he made any moves – and when she did try it, he went with it, letting himself get pushed under without just blinking away from her. Instead while he was under the water, he reached down to the edge of his boxers and jerked his legs up and out of them stripping the last bit of clothing from himself. Miles was not a particularly modest man to begin with, and when she was right there looking the way she did... Well it certainly didn't give him much reason to turn the modesty up any. Instead when he finally resurfaced from her little playful attack and he gasped for air, laughing at the same time, he lifted the boxers from the water and casually dropped them on top of her head. “No stealing needed, just had to ask!”<br/><br/>He waited only a moment to let it click in her head the implications of her now having his boxers. Then he paid it no mind, like it was just no big thing.<br/><br/>Miles took on a somewhat serious expression – truthfully Miles didn't really know how to do true seriousness, even when it was something like running business he approached that with a very nonchalant and fun attitude, more apt to rolling with what seemed best in the moment then what might be most problem solving over all. Still it was serious for him, he was trying! Feet kicking beneath the surface so that he could stay a float, he reached out and wrapped his hands around her hips – bold though not uncharacteristically so for him. “You.” He said, with a little shrug.<br/><br/>“We've been doing this for like two years now,” He started, and it sounded – what with the scene that he'd brought her too – a little too much like the start to a marriage proposal. “Jumping around and doing random stuff, and it's been great. You're a whole lot of fun Dara, really, and I'm always interested to hear what you've got in mind next.” He didn't mean it to sound as marry-me as it was coming off, but he had to illustrate his point! “And I've let you rope me into enabling you to do your good around the world. Remember all those little trips that I don't care about that you want to take? Yea. Don't think I've forgotten that you owe me for each and every one!” He chuckled quietly.<br/><br/>He paused and gave her sides a little squeeze; he found her eyes with his and locked for a moment. “You haven't been totally honest with me though, have you?” He said, gaze narrowing though not at all in a judgmental way. “I get it, believe me I do... Keep secrets that is, I get it. And I know that it's hard, some secrets are heavy. And you, Dara Kurova are a woman with a secret that's heavy.” Miles let that sink in, let her mull that little thought train over. “I don't know what it is, but I do know people that are carrying weight around. It's none of my business, and you don't need to share, I won't think any less of you if you want to keep it to yourself. But uh, well, y'know...” He said with a little shrug, releasing her sides and paddling himself away a couple of feet, using his arms now to finally keep himself up.<br/><br/>“I want to know your story, the real story. The one you haven't told me. The one that you don't tell anyone.”