Don't make me a liar, 'cause I swear to god When I said it I thought it was true
There's no answer to his question, but it doesn't really matter in the mad dash towards the ocean, sand flying behind them. The water should be cold, this time of night, should have him shivering, will have Mel shivering, when she steps after him, like he assumes she will. It seems his worry is misplaced, forgotten in a moment, because while she does step after him, she doesn't sink, the water apparently as sturdy as the ground was for her. Blue eyes widen, his head cocking to the side as Nate tries to figure out the trick of it.
Still, he gets no answers, and she runs past him again, towards the deeper water, where the empanadas frolic beneath the waves. Nate has no choice but to swim after her, he can't her run into the ocean alone. That would be some kind of irresponsible, he's sure. He is careful to not approach too closely to the brightly coloured ocean dwellers, unsure if they holds grudges. "Careful!" He calls loudly, glad he has no need of breath, and therefore doesn't have to worry about wasting it. "They're tricky."
Still, he gets no answers, and she runs past him again, towards the deeper water, where the empanadas frolic beneath the waves. Nate has no choice but to swim after her, he can't her run into the ocean alone. That would be some kind of irresponsible, he's sure. He is careful to not approach too closely to the brightly coloured ocean dwellers, unsure if they holds grudges. "Careful!" He calls loudly, glad he has no need of breath, and therefore doesn't have to worry about wasting it. "They're tricky."
NATE
