02-23-2020, 03:48 PM
He didn't particularly care for the beaches in this place.
It was the sand, he reckoned. It was soft underfoot, and colder than what he was used to. Not cold, by any means, but not quite scorching either. The sound of water beating on shore, coming and going, was alien to him as well. The breeze was cool, salty, and carried with it a vivacity that was unheard of where he was from. Frankly, it put him off. Everything was so other, so similar to the earthy deserts he originated from, and yet, to him, as different as could be. Still Revolver came here sometimes, wandering the beach, not out of any misplaced nostalgia, but because he figured this was where people gathered, to have fun, to relax. To cool off, even with the sun beating down from above.
"Howdy," he said to Aphra, who proved his little "people go to the beach" theorem. Didn't know her name, of course, hadn't ever seen her around, but still decided to speak to her. Networking was important in his profession, important to his goals, and so he subjected himself to it, even on days when he'd rather not be introducing himself to strangers, when he'd rather not be putting on the facade of the friendly if a bit dopey cowboy. Still, he kept his posture loose, relaxed, his smile pleasant, hiding any distaste for the setting with the perfection of someone who had been doing it for many years.
It was the sand, he reckoned. It was soft underfoot, and colder than what he was used to. Not cold, by any means, but not quite scorching either. The sound of water beating on shore, coming and going, was alien to him as well. The breeze was cool, salty, and carried with it a vivacity that was unheard of where he was from. Frankly, it put him off. Everything was so other, so similar to the earthy deserts he originated from, and yet, to him, as different as could be. Still Revolver came here sometimes, wandering the beach, not out of any misplaced nostalgia, but because he figured this was where people gathered, to have fun, to relax. To cool off, even with the sun beating down from above.
"Howdy," he said to Aphra, who proved his little "people go to the beach" theorem. Didn't know her name, of course, hadn't ever seen her around, but still decided to speak to her. Networking was important in his profession, important to his goals, and so he subjected himself to it, even on days when he'd rather not be introducing himself to strangers, when he'd rather not be putting on the facade of the friendly if a bit dopey cowboy. Still, he kept his posture loose, relaxed, his smile pleasant, hiding any distaste for the setting with the perfection of someone who had been doing it for many years.
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