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"Made up your mind yet?" Rosen asked as he stretched out.

Long slowly glanced over at Rosen, but his face was still blank.

"Have you figured out why you didn't kill me?" Rosen continued simply, face surprisingly calm.

Long stared at Rosen blankly for a few moments before slowly shaking his head and going back to staring at the ocean.

"Well, when you figure it out, let me know," Rosen replied before standing and walking back to the towel. He was thankful night wasn't a ways off as he stripped off his shirt and laid out in the sun.

So as Rosen laid in the sun, Long wadded in the water. After some more time passed he started to walk around in the water. Then after some more time he started sifting through the water, looking for something.

"The knife's back that way," he informed Long, pointing slightly to the right without opening his eyes. He was laying on his stomach now, tanning his back.

Long got that way. And after a few minutes later. Long slowly came back to shore with his arms full of seaweed. He didn't make it too far back up the shore though. He seemed to be having some trouble with James' giant baggy jeans.

Rosen peered at Long through squinting eyes, "Just take the pants off," he stated.

Long seemed very reluctant to as he made his way back up the shore. Very. Slowly.

Rosen let him do what he wanted as he turned over onto his back to tan his front. He'd stripped down to his underpants again.

Long put down the seaweed before slowly making his way over to Rosen and taking the towel from him. After wrapping it tightly around his waist he finally carefully took the jeans off.

Rosen stared blankly at Long, "Really?" he asked with a shake of his head, very tempted to pull the towel off.

As soon as the pants were off, Long quickly put distance between himself and Rosen. He was much lighter on his feet now as he went back to his pile of seaweed.

Rosen rolled his eyes a little, "Seriously, even if I did try something you'd have no problem stopping me," he muttered as he watched Long play with his seaweed.

For awhile, it looked like Long had a specific purpose for the seaweed. But after a long time it started looking less likely that he knew what he was doing.