Used to keep it cool, used to be a fool
"Was that predictable!?" he demands, voice sputtering over sand that he tries to wipe off with the back of his hand. Except, you guessed it, more sand there. Thankfully he's not particularly sweaty, or damp, so it mostly shakes off easy enough. It smears first though, it's roughness subtle, like a grain worn down after a sheet of sand-paper has been overused on a project.
He'd not be able to change a damn thing about always wanting to be by her side when possible, but he could certainly switch up his approach just to keep her guessing game strong.
Rising into a kneel, he appears to be a man at worship before the release of her ass, and how else would he be found before such a divine thing? He's still picking granules from his tongue though, the forbidden sugar crystals of Torchline working their way in, so he's unfortunately more distracted than he'd like. She rises before he can clear the crunch from between his teeth and get his palm ready to smack her moon, but he'd just make up for it later.
Clambering back to his feet with a guilty grin for her accusation, he glances down at himself. "Oh, this?" His thumb hooks into the waistband of his underpants, pulling them out with a yo-yo effect before releasing them with a mild snap. "Well, since you're the strong one in the relationship, and the pro track star, I just assumed yo—"
Abruptly he turns and dashes down the beach, running towards the breaking neon surf and the gleaming rafts beyond it. "IF I BEAT YOU TO THE WATER, YOU HAVE TO TAKE THEM OFF WITH YOUR TEETH!" he yells back with a wild laugh, locking in on his sprinting technique.
He'd not be able to change a damn thing about always wanting to be by her side when possible, but he could certainly switch up his approach just to keep her guessing game strong.
Rising into a kneel, he appears to be a man at worship before the release of her ass, and how else would he be found before such a divine thing? He's still picking granules from his tongue though, the forbidden sugar crystals of Torchline working their way in, so he's unfortunately more distracted than he'd like. She rises before he can clear the crunch from between his teeth and get his palm ready to smack her moon, but he'd just make up for it later.
Clambering back to his feet with a guilty grin for her accusation, he glances down at himself. "Oh, this?" His thumb hooks into the waistband of his underpants, pulling them out with a yo-yo effect before releasing them with a mild snap. "Well, since you're the strong one in the relationship, and the pro track star, I just assumed yo—"
Abruptly he turns and dashes down the beach, running towards the breaking neon surf and the gleaming rafts beyond it. "IF I BEAT YOU TO THE WATER, YOU HAVE TO TAKE THEM OFF WITH YOUR TEETH!" he yells back with a wild laugh, locking in on his sprinting technique.
Kaisel
All about the bounce in my step
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
