We Wear The Mask

Progress Not Perfection

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The following Wednesday...

Mal frowns, slightly disgusted by the sand as she marches her way to the beach. She hated the fact she had agreed to do this- But Wednesday was Jay's day to do as he pleased, and she'd needed him to handle some of the more social bits of leadership for her. She couldn't stand talking to the underlings that followed her and her gang- But it needed to be done every month and this time the day just happened to fall on a stupid Wednesday.

Now she was stuck giving the freak sword lessons on Jay's behalf. Not that she actually minded the sword work. She had some tension she would love to work off on the kid. And Maleficent only knew Jay was probably taking it easy on the kid.

Her frown deepens when she finally catches sight of Hyades and T lounging on the beach. The former seemed to have her hands buried in the sand. Most likely to make glass. The latter looked like he was soaking up what little bit of sun.

"Mal?" Hyades furrows her brow as she looks up from the pool of molten glass under her hands, "What are you doing here? I though Jay-"

"Yeah, Jay's busy." Mal rolls her eyes, as she pops the gum in her mouth, "So ya get me instead."

T finally cracks his eyes and languidly stands up. "Sounds good to me." He shrugs, glancing to make sure she'd actually brought two swords.

"Woah... Let me just collect my glass and get out of here." Hyades shakes her head as she hurriedly pulls her hands away from the sand.

T turns to look at Hyades in confusion. "Don't want ta jump in this time?"

"Funny." Hyades smiles humorlessly as she rolls her eyes. "I left you both an apple tart, they're in the boxes." She tilts her head towards them.

"Thanks." T grins, "See ya later."

"You're too nice." Mal comments in a tone that implied that it was not a complement.

Hyades shrugs, "I take criticism if that helps." She mixes sand in with the cooling glass.

"Clearly." T snorts, "Or the two of you wouldn't be friends."

Mal shoots a nasty glare at T, before turning back to Hyades. "Good to know." She says unable to keep her annoyance from her tone.

"Yep." She pulls the hot glass from the sand and rolls it in her hands like clay while it cools.

"Have either of you ever thought about how awful it would be if your temperaments were switched?" T observes in amusement. "The isle would be ash by now."

"Nope!" Hyades glares at T before she all but runs away. "Have fun slicing each other up. Bye."

T turns back to Mal, looking unaffected by her glare. "So... Sup teach?" He lifts his brow.

Mal smirks, "Oh there is so much to teach you... Unfortunately today we're only working on swords."

T smiles at the taunt. "Well whatcha waiting for?" He holds out his hand for the sword, rolling his eyes as she tosses it at him. He doesn't even bother to try to catch it by the hilt; his hand wraps around the blade.

"Cute." He grumbles before he adjusts his hands to its proper hilt.

"Your such a fucking retard, who catches a blade like that..." Mal points out as she brings her sword up to the ready, "You didn't hurt yourself, did you? Can't have you dropping your sword because it's slick with blood."