Used to keep it cool, used to be a fool
Flora might change her mind about his thoughtfulness once she peeks into the outfit mish mash he stuffed inside for her. He just grins back in response though, immaturely wondering if his thoughtfulness might get him out of her clothes again sometime sooner than later.
Leaving the waves behind them, he parts with her hand at last to thoroughly dig through his bag. Maybe there's a way to organize a bottomless container, but he certainly does not know it. Should deep, no point peering in, his finger brush the soft fibers of the towels and he releases a triumphant "Ah ha!" before yanking them free. Passing Flora hers, he uses his to ruffle through his soaked hair, patting down the parts of him he doesn't want to fight fabric to cover.
Hanging it around the back of his neck, he returns to his fumbling around in the bag. He grabs hold of a white-knit dress-thing and holds it out for her. It's meant to cover up a bikini, not exactly covering much with all its holes otherwise. He looks at it, shrugging. "I think I have something else, it was dark when I took that off the rack." She has her towel on for now, but he hasn't found his clothes yet either. There's some snacks, gummy worms, of course, and a frog-shaped stress ball that he chucks behind his shoulder because he's tired of it continually being in the way. A feather boa sneaks out before he shoves it back in, finally producing a long-sleeve shirt for her and just, panties.
Slipping on his navy board shorts with the little shark pattern on them, he feels that suffices, not wanting to delay further. "Alright, fingers crossed we don't have to call in the big guns." He grimaces, tilting his head. "Hey Mel, uh we're kinda worried, can you show up and let us know you're gucci girl?" He channels the Honeybee once more, worry spreading the call into a thin sound.
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Leaving the waves behind them, he parts with her hand at last to thoroughly dig through his bag. Maybe there's a way to organize a bottomless container, but he certainly does not know it. Should deep, no point peering in, his finger brush the soft fibers of the towels and he releases a triumphant "Ah ha!" before yanking them free. Passing Flora hers, he uses his to ruffle through his soaked hair, patting down the parts of him he doesn't want to fight fabric to cover.
Hanging it around the back of his neck, he returns to his fumbling around in the bag. He grabs hold of a white-knit dress-thing and holds it out for her. It's meant to cover up a bikini, not exactly covering much with all its holes otherwise. He looks at it, shrugging. "I think I have something else, it was dark when I took that off the rack." She has her towel on for now, but he hasn't found his clothes yet either. There's some snacks, gummy worms, of course, and a frog-shaped stress ball that he chucks behind his shoulder because he's tired of it continually being in the way. A feather boa sneaks out before he shoves it back in, finally producing a long-sleeve shirt for her and just, panties.
Slipping on his navy board shorts with the little shark pattern on them, he feels that suffices, not wanting to delay further. "Alright, fingers crossed we don't have to call in the big guns." He grimaces, tilting his head. "Hey Mel, uh we're kinda worried, can you show up and let us know you're gucci girl?" He channels the Honeybee once more, worry spreading the call into a thin sound.
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Kaisel
All about the bounce in my step
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
