Ain't it the life of you, you're lighting up the place?
Olavi raised an eyebrow, quite tempted to tell Remi that he was at least an expert of what looked weird on this beach, having looked over it for targets for years now, but he wasn't that invested in arguing with him; resting his arms behind his head, he shrugged, purposefully not rising to the comments (which could very easily have angered him a few years earlier, but Olavi had been practising self-restraint).
"Alright, then lemme ask: Why aren't you at the party? You totally normal and really fucking mundane man, what're you doing down here?" He'd never admit it, but Olavi had often wondered what it'd be like to attend a human party, just for a little while: those kinds of whims were for singing princesses though, not mid-30s bodyguard sharks. "You from around here? You don't sound like the others that come by."
"Alright, then lemme ask: Why aren't you at the party? You totally normal and really fucking mundane man, what're you doing down here?" He'd never admit it, but Olavi had often wondered what it'd be like to attend a human party, just for a little while: those kinds of whims were for singing princesses though, not mid-30s bodyguard sharks. "You from around here? You don't sound like the others that come by."
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