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[dammit_yuri]

Characters: Flynn Scifo, anyone else.
Where: Balicea, the beach.
When: June 10th
Summary: Flynn was told to take a break. So he is. Begrudgingly. But at least he looks good in board shorts.
Warning: None so far.


[It's a sunny day and Flynn leans back into the beach chair, unable to really relax - he was told to relax, and Flynn took orders rather seriously, but this was one thing he wasn't good with. That, and cooking, but he'd never admit to cooking badly. In any case, after navigating the odd world of sun screen Flynn takes a look and feels slightly at ease considering that there were many people minding their own business at the beach, so he felt less self-conscious than he thought he would.]

Comments

[dammit_yuri]

My apologies, I didn't mean to cloud this sunny day with pessimistic thoughts.

It's a bad habit of mine, oversimplifying things or forgetting the entire picture.

[tacticallyminded]

Ah, nothing to apologize for. We all have our introspective moments, right?

[dammit_yuri]

I suppose so. We're here to have fun though, right?

How about we try building a sand castle? I've seen some children build some, but never had the pleasure of doing so myself.

[tacticallyminded]

A fantastic idea! Let's try our hand at that, then.

[She stands up and dusts herself off.]

I've never done it either. I've studied the construction of fortifications, though...