[ Somehow, he doubts the answer is something that simple, given the screwy nature of this place. But also, he doesn't even want to start thinking about what the answer actually might be, so. ]
Yeah. Sure. Let's go.
[ Said as he turns on heel, sand gritting beneath the sold of his slides, gesturing for Atsushi to follow alongside him as he starts trudging down the length of the beach.
Though -- Atsushi might note that, despite the time spent in the shade, Fuuta still looks awfully flushed and sweaty. Even more than before, actually? There's the distinct blush of heat in his cheeks, his breaths coming a little hoarse past parted lips, and his posture is weirdly a little hunched even as he starts leading the way. ]
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Yeah. Sure. Let's go.
[ Said as he turns on heel, sand gritting beneath the sold of his slides, gesturing for Atsushi to follow alongside him as he starts trudging down the length of the beach.
Though -- Atsushi might note that, despite the time spent in the shade, Fuuta still looks awfully flushed and sweaty. Even more than before, actually? There's the distinct blush of heat in his cheeks, his breaths coming a little hoarse past parted lips, and his posture is weirdly a little hunched even as he starts leading the way. ]