Pretending to indeed drown in the sand, James not-so-subtly rolled himself towards where the sand bar disappeared into the ocean. His mouth opened and closed like a drowning fish as he reached out with flailing hands. "Drowning!" He gasped, pointing at his mouth, and then over-pantomiming his lack of oxygen by placing his hands on his throat. "Quick! Mouth..to..mouth!" His lilting voice was raspy with the effort of this act.
"Quick, love!" Surely she wouldn't just let him die here, drowning on the sand as she'd keenly pointed out was possible (it wasn't. That was calling choking, and even James knew that). Regardless, if he got a smooch out of it, so much the better for being woken up from his afternoon nap.
"Quick, love!" Surely she wouldn't just let him die here, drowning on the sand as she'd keenly pointed out was possible (it wasn't. That was calling choking, and even James knew that). Regardless, if he got a smooch out of it, so much the better for being woken up from his afternoon nap.
{steps on my own emotions and grinds
them into the dirt with my heel} anyways.
them into the dirt with my heel} anyways.
