12-27-2018, 02:01 AM
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Brooding on the beach.
A favorite pastime, from what he could tell. Why wouldn't it be? Typhooners loved the ocean -most of them- and found comfort in the waves; it only made sense that they would seek some kind of solace there, even if it was time spent dwelling in darker thoughts and stewing. He was fairly certain most people were guilty of that, and he could remember not too long ago finding Luca lying in a hole he'd made in the sand, just draped inside of it. Finding a stranger sitting on their shore wasn't all that surprising, either. The waves had a gravity to them, beyond the sort that dragged the sand back and forth ceaselessly. It was a bit...tiring, almost, stumbling along people who hadn't bothered with the bell, if only because the gates were there for a reason.
Not everyone was as welcoming as Pip. Trespassing wasn't always taken lightly, although lately, things had been changing a bit. He didn't want to think about his father's absence, however, or the ripples that had made.
"The ocean is beautiful, but it's usually best to wait at the gate first. Are you only sight-seeing?" The young canine glanced at her expectantly with even, mismatched eyes.
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A favorite pastime, from what he could tell. Why wouldn't it be? Typhooners loved the ocean -most of them- and found comfort in the waves; it only made sense that they would seek some kind of solace there, even if it was time spent dwelling in darker thoughts and stewing. He was fairly certain most people were guilty of that, and he could remember not too long ago finding Luca lying in a hole he'd made in the sand, just draped inside of it. Finding a stranger sitting on their shore wasn't all that surprising, either. The waves had a gravity to them, beyond the sort that dragged the sand back and forth ceaselessly. It was a bit...tiring, almost, stumbling along people who hadn't bothered with the bell, if only because the gates were there for a reason.
Not everyone was as welcoming as Pip. Trespassing wasn't always taken lightly, although lately, things had been changing a bit. He didn't want to think about his father's absence, however, or the ripples that had made.
"The ocean is beautiful, but it's usually best to wait at the gate first. Are you only sight-seeing?" The young canine glanced at her expectantly with even, mismatched eyes.
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CAREFUL, SON — YOU GOT DREAMER'S PLANS