Cleanup - beach cleanup event A

[HAMMOND]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Brought away from his gazing by another voice, Axle would blink hard as he fixated on the female's form. It was a familiar pitch that almost sent his stomach churning once more, but she was very much real and very much alive - and that was good. Being asked to join in caused his head to tilt just slightly, though he did his best to masquerade his confusion at such a question with a frown. Could he not just hang around and watch? Bonds surely wouldn't matter for long, whilst his reality his future with the group was up in arms, the canine didn't think he'd be sticking around long enough to care for such things. "No,". It was an answer as blunt as anything, Aya's age at least making his tone a little softer than if someone deeper into adulthood had asked him. They'd die before him, and he'd only have himself to blame if he formed platonic bonds with them - for something as trivial as a little swim in potentially infested waters, it was a risk that Axle refused to take.