ISKRA
With everything in him tilted on a precipice of anxiety for the task at hand, he's got not space left for veiled innuendos to land, so he takes her comment for its face value and agrees. He left his jackets home, but his shirt is still thick, and he's only got pants, no shorts. Less clothing is what he desperately needs, but banana hammocks will not be the extent to which he strips down. "Probably swim trunks," he says with a cracked smile, "if I don't I'm bound to fall overboard and get wet, so if I do, then maybe I'll dodge that entirely." Although the idea of dipping into the welcoming chill of the sea doesn't sound so terrible right now.
"How about this one?" he asks, pointing to the Shore Thing! store. It's nestled between Sandy Cheeks and The Salty Stitch. "I need a tank top too," he shrugs then, wondering if maybe he should just go shirtless, but he figures its good to have a shirt on hand, just in case.
Walking up to the front of Shore Thing! he glances at the sets out front, fingers riffling over fabric and tags to find something that appeals to him. Green is his favorite color, and while the insufferable heat of her is driving him to not be picky right now, he wants to at least find something he'd consider worth spending the money on.
Goose trots ahead of Fangorn, dodging the vines, but seeming to eye an offering the shore spits up further away from them.
LMAO FUCK YOU SERENDIPITY
"How about this one?" he asks, pointing to the Shore Thing! store. It's nestled between Sandy Cheeks and The Salty Stitch. "I need a tank top too," he shrugs then, wondering if maybe he should just go shirtless, but he figures its good to have a shirt on hand, just in case.
Walking up to the front of Shore Thing! he glances at the sets out front, fingers riffling over fabric and tags to find something that appeals to him. Green is his favorite color, and while the insufferable heat of her is driving him to not be picky right now, he wants to at least find something he'd consider worth spending the money on.
Goose trots ahead of Fangorn, dodging the vines, but seeming to eye an offering the shore spits up further away from them.
LMAO FUCK YOU SERENDIPITY
I'm losin' my grip, caught up in the current
I can't swim, I'm startin' to slip
I'm runnin' out of breath, I'm scared to death
I gotta keep my head up, Up above the water
I can't swim, I'm startin' to slip
I'm runnin' out of breath, I'm scared to death
I gotta keep my head up, Up above the water
