Trixie followed him obediently, looking at the horizon vaguely. She listened to him innocently, turning to look at him with an empathetic expression. "Oh, I'm sorry." She said softly, the back end of her sentence clipped by the first part of his. She cocked her head at him. "What are you talking about?" She asked with a huff.

Matt shrugged, already knowing she'd ask what he meant. "Sometimes I dont even know." He smiled, doing his best to avert the conversation. Instead, as they walked along the sand, he put her attention even further onto the concept of dreams. "I have a question" he started, giving her a slight smile. "how would you feel if you had say..a really bad accident. or if you died, and ended up living out your dreams? Say if you got into a bad car accident, and instead of going to heaven or hell, you ended up going into a sort of..dreamland" he asked, his tongue playing with the very last word.

Trixie watched him, intrigued. She tilted her head at him, returning the small smile. "Alright, shoot." She listened to him with a slightly skeptical gleam in her eyes. "Well, I'd probably be pretty damn okay with it. I mean, it's a dreamland, right? So I get everything I wanted before?" She asked anxiously, her arms brushing against his as they walked.

Matt nodded slowly, slightly relieved at her answer. At least she wasnt freaking out massively over it, really. He gave a playfulsmile and decided to up the question, brushing sand blown by the wind off his arms. "Okay..What if you werent really dead. What if you were in that same dream land, but just...in a coma in real life?" he asked thoughtfully, turning to look at her. "If you had all the memories of your past life, but you were stuck in the dream?" he added.

Trixie pursed her lips and thought for a moment, glancing off at the horizon again. "That sounds... painful. Being able to remember everything, everyone, and then just getting it ripped away from you to live in some Utopia? I dunno, I don't think so." She shook her head. "But, is that what you're trying to tell me this is?" She asked, giving him a slightly concerned look.

Matt shook his head thoroughly, not prepared to have to deal with the hysterics of the truth. He was not about to be the one to tell her the actual truth, he would let someone else do that. "No, not at all. If it was, you'd remember your past life right?" he lied, kicking up sand from underneath his feet. "I was just curious, i've thought about it for a while. I'm glad we have the same views on that at least" he smiled, feeling a slight pang of sadness as he spoke. As they reached a slight dead end, he stopped, turning to her. "do you wanna sit? or do you wanna just walk back the other way?" he asked, gesturing towards the bench slightly hidden by a seemingly blue-lit cave. The caves were other peoples dreams, hence the reason they were multi colored and heavily lit up.

Trixie watched him somewhat anxiously, shrugging. "Not if I died." She muttered flatly, looking off at the other people on the sand. "Right." She said quietly, giving him a small, nervous smile. She stopped as he did, looking around. "Sitting would be nice." She nodded. She was currently int a long sleeved blouse and pencil skirt, which weren't the best for beach adventuring, but she was trying to make it work. She sat lightly on the sand, unbuttoning a few of the top buttons on her shirt simply because of the heat.

sgould i make him hold off showing he's interested in her for a little longer or no? idk if it would be too quick)

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Matt didn't say anything more to her slightly dry replies, and instead sat down next to her, keeping his eyes firmly away as she fiddled with her shirt. It was a slight first for him to feel awkward, usally he would keep his gaze fixated on anything. Which does seem a bit strange. He traced patterns in the sand, not saying anything for a good couple of minutes, until he looked up at her. "How do you feel about the modelin stuff then? Cuz you know if you wanna take it seriously, we'll have to..practise" he said, frowning as his own words.

You choooose I gave you the decisive braincells today))

Trixie watched his hand in somewhat awkward silence, then stared at the rolling waves with a small smile. She turned to look at him as he started to speak, her eyes bright with surprise at the suggestion that they... practice. Standing together. Touching each other. Because that was normal for models... yeah. "I like it. I'd like to see how far it'll go, so pretty serious, I guess." She said, offering him a sweet smile. "Practicing sounds like a... good idea. Like, right now?"

oh thanks, its 2:26 in the morning and i have to make a decision :")

i could make it known he's interested/something could happen but i'll still make him a dickhead for now, until a couple days??))

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"You want to? Like now?" Matt asked, quite surprised. He was under the impression she had been temporarily scarred from the solo shoot, or at least that was how she acted. Though he had absolutely nothing against practising with her. Practicing..modeling. The posture. His mind overlapped with different, slightly nervous thoughts and he looked back up at Trixie, masking them with a smile. He raked a hand through his hair again, purely to be able to see. "you know if it goes far enough you'll be given the option to start runway." he added, simply thinking out loud.