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[jumpthegun]

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[jumpthegun]

I'm almost out of food, so I'll be heading to the school after. We can talk after.

[And he can maybe continue to avoid you two in the hopes of keeping you safe from his new disability.]

[devoutish]

What a coincidence - I'm running low. We may meet up there.

[jumpthegun]

[Must you, Alfie.]

Maybe. You should stop in at the aquarium, though. Unlimited hot water. It's just all in the sink.

[devoutish]

Shame there's no bathtub.

[jumpthegun]

Maybe you could turn one of the big tanks into one. Get it into the loo and sort out how to funnel the water into it.

[Actually, that's not... a half-bad idea. If he wasn't an invalid at the moment, he'd try it.]

[devoutish]

[That's a good enough idea that it makes him decide to let Watson get away with changing the subject, at least for now.]

Make ourselves a swimming pool?

[jumpthegun]

Well, I was thinking bath, but if you're up for skinny dipping, mate...

[devoutish]

[Watson, are you flirting with him.]

Just like in the army days, eh? But I haven't got a swimming costume.

[jumpthegun]

[Go away, Alfie. No. He's making fun of your ambitions.]

'Swimming costume.' Have you still got the stripey ones with the straw hats back in your day?

[devoutish]

Why, what have you got in your time?

[jumpthegun]

Just swimming trunks for the lads and bikinis and the like for girls. Just look like colorful boxers, bras, and underwear. People are a bit less shy about showing some skin.

[devoutish]

Even in public?

[jumpthegun]

That is where you usually wear swimsuits, yeah.

[devoutish]

Women in their underwear, in public.

[Don't picture it, don't picture it, don't picture it...]

[jumpthegun]

Swimsuits. Different from underwear, mate. You'd still get in trouble running around in that. The future's weird.

[devoutish]

Women looking like they're in their underwear.

[He's picturing it.]

[jumpthegun]

[Good. Have a little mental eye candy to tide you over, Alfie.]

Reckon Fiona'd look nice in something like that... maybe if we ever find the fabled hot springs of Norfinbury.

[devoutish]

[Watson, why.]

You're doing this on purpose.

[jumpthegun]

Never.

[He absolutely is.]

[devoutish]

Fucking awful, that's what you are. Fucking hell--

[jumpthegun]

You're the one who contacted me, mate. [He chuckles, but that ends in a painful coughing fit. He holds his tablet away for a few seconds.] Oh, don't make me laugh. It hurts.

[devoutish]

I'm making you laugh.

[He's pretty sure it's the other way around.]

[jumpthegun]

I'd love to take you to the beach in my time. Watch your eyes just about pop out. Once your vision comes back, I did pick up a bikini top in one of the houses. I can show it to you. Just imagine bright turquoise with little white polka dots.

Probably can use it for bandages. And this kid, Davesprite. Poor lad. He's wearing a bra on his head to keep his ears covered.

[devoutish]

Your cruelty. Unbelievable.

[But he's definitely chuckling.]

You'd want to take me to visit the twenty-first century, if we ever find our way out?

[jumpthegun]

[There's a small pause. They've talked about, how John would prefer not to go home back to the life that's waiting for him there. But maybe visiting to show Alfie what London's like a hundred years on... and just show Fiona what it's like at all? That would be all right.]

Could be fun. Do the tourist thing. We could visit Camden Town, show you the rest of the place. You're gonna hate the London Eye. Bloody London Eyesore of a ferris wheel.