[Despite not having the real sun in here, Yusuke feels completely drained from everything that's going on with this beach excursion. He never thought he'd crave to go back to his suite and drop dead onto the bed and sleep for hours on end.

That being said- the evening is nice. Very nice. It was hard to believe they were still inside the Hotel, but whatever magic was in play, it was doing a great job at deceiving and convincing it was the open world outside.

He's made his way back to the bungalow where he was told to remain with two or three other people. It was empty when he stepped inside; he figured the others that were supposed to be here were still somewhere on the beach. He picks up something to cover himself up, but with how sheer it is, one can ask why even bother?

He comes out and finds a spot nearby, under palm trees, a couple of lounge chairs, and a table, to finally sit down and unwind. It's quite a beautiful sight from here, and he's sad he doesn't have his sketchbook with him. When he hears footsteps coming closer, he looks over and offers a nod of greeting, whether he recognizes the person or not.]

Are you staying at this place as well? They are doing wonderful work of cramming as many people as possible in one room. [Please note the sarcasm.]

[He had heard that there were to be fireworks at one point, and he couldn't help but reminisce about the rainy fireworks he got to experience with the others. A very fond memory.

With hands crossed, he's taking a walk through shallow water, loving the feeling of the soft sand on his bare feet as he does so. A loud cheer a few feet away, the loud explosion and lights in the sky signal that it had started. There are people running up from behind him, and he makes sure to step to the side to make way. Everyone should have a chance to watch this.

A person or two that remain behind, he stops by them because he's in no rush and they don't seem to be either.]

One almost forgets we are still in a building while watching this spectacle, [he makes an off-handed comment, but there's a very rare smile as he watches multi-colored fireworks light up the "sky".]

[Yusuke doesn't drink, but it's hard not to when the cocktails taste so good. However, he's not drunk to the point of stumbling around and not knowing what he's doing. He is more... approachable, however, his stoic, stern demeanor loosened up a little. He even laughs at poorly-timed jokes, things he barely understands and sarcastic comments!

He manages to leave the crowd that was getting more and more rowdy, and makes his way back to his bungalow, trying to be as silent as he can. It's hard, really, when there's still screaming and running in the background. He closes the door carefully behind him, making the music and loud voices muffle down, and toes off his sandals. He ponders on undressing, but he's wearing barely anything- someone stole his robe and gave him a new one when he insisted he needed to wear something.

When he hears someone turning around in bed and sitting up, he stops, hands on the buttons, and clumsily tries to button back up.] My apologies, didn't mean to wake you...

[ooc: Feel free to add me at Syndra if you want to plot something as a wildcard or PM me! All prompts are ota, m/m or m/f]