[Naturally, Sasuke finds the issue of beachwear stupid and idiotic enough on its own — and he had said so earlier, accosted by the lifeguards as soon as he first stepped foot on sand. Now he bears the burden of wearing a pair of dark swim trunks, but at least he had kept a shirt on his upper body, perhaps disproportionate to the weather given the long sleeves, left hanging empty where an arm should be.

Is it cruel not to step in and assist? Yet it appears this man needs no aid, as the threat sends a ruffling of disquiet through the gathered gulls. Clicks and squawks of orange beaks almost humorously absurd to watch.]

I'll accompany him, [Sasuke finds himself saying, earning several beady-eyed stares.] Perhaps it will allow me to find something more suitable to wear as well. [Yeah right. Still, it seems to persuade them — and they begin to back off.]

... They weren't happy when I chose to keep my shirt. [Explanatory, as he approaches the man once the lifeguards are gone.] I don't care if you use the vouchers, but we should at least visit a few stores, or they'll just return.