[ He feels the twinge of desire to leave and it softens the capricious flow to his demeanor, his words. How often has he felt that here and how often does he have to think about how he can offer no answers about it? No recourse, or options? Too many to count, and yet the feeling remains.

Kizuna starts out into the pearly sands, contemplative. ]

Sunning. ♥ It might not be real, but the atmosphere is still nice. Oh, and the drinks aren't bad. If you'd like to —

[ Atop his budding invitation, their watches sound in unison. It's a little jingle unique to the house, causing his gaze to dip downwards to the series of messages illuminating. ]

Oho. Seems like we won't be left to our own devices after all.