[ Scolded Great Dane has left the building. Now he's older, wiser Pit Bull whose seen way too much shit. But at least, understanding Monika so much more now over the months they've spent together in this resort, he's far more understanding and patient with her. No amount of time can erase the moment they shared in the maze and the revelation it stirred inside her soul. As for their skewers they were gifted free samples of, luckily Monika's vegetarian one only had the spiced glaze of it to contend with. Especially for one with such a loftier rank as hers, they couldn't afford to upset one of their most well-praised guests! ]
That's...more like suffering for stupidity. And I'll do it, but I do NOT wanna take you to the Broken Wing over heatstroke.
[ Tearing off another piece of his skewer, the texture is surprisingly tender. He's actually going to need to track down whoever made these and ask for their secrets. ...Assuming they'd even give it to him in the first place, knowing that he's still so damn close to the bottom of the deck. The pout on her face registers with him, which nets her a gentler chuckle as he finds himself calming down after that whole Seagull Lifeguard fiasco. He's not far behind as she huffily shuffles through the sand on her way to one of those chairs with a parasol hanging overhead. That way they can beat the heat! And thankfully, she does heed his request to take her breezy jacket off, giving her an appreciative nod as he sighs, taking his own seat beside her.
Right on cue for her to attempt to pick up right where they left off with this impromptu "battle" of theirs as he throws up an the People's eyebrow before deciding he's going to follow suit. If only because the sun must have gotten to him harder than he initially thought with the rolling waves of heat that course through him. So off his own jacket goes, the arm-length black sleeve adorning his right still present as he wasn't prepared to just let anybody see what was lying underneath. It's a big tensor bandage! Like that athletic tape he sees around to sate aches!
...Is gonna be his excuse to anybody else besides Monika and other close ones. ]
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That's...more like suffering for stupidity. And I'll do it, but I do NOT wanna take you to the Broken Wing over heatstroke.
[ Tearing off another piece of his skewer, the texture is surprisingly tender. He's actually going to need to track down whoever made these and ask for their secrets. ...Assuming they'd even give it to him in the first place, knowing that he's still so damn close to the bottom of the deck. The pout on her face registers with him, which nets her a gentler chuckle as he finds himself calming down after that whole Seagull Lifeguard fiasco. He's not far behind as she huffily shuffles through the sand on her way to one of those chairs with a parasol hanging overhead. That way they can beat the heat! And thankfully, she does heed his request to take her breezy jacket off, giving her an appreciative nod as he sighs, taking his own seat beside her.
Right on cue for her to attempt to pick up right where they left off with this impromptu "battle" of theirs as he throws up an
the People'seyebrow before deciding he's going to follow suit. If only because the sun must have gotten to him harder than he initially thought with the rolling waves of heat that course through him. So off his own jacket goes, the arm-length black sleeve adorning his right still present as he wasn't prepared to just let anybody see what was lying underneath. It's a big tensor bandage! Like that athletic tape he sees around to sate aches!...Is gonna be his excuse to anybody else besides Monika and other close ones. ]
Ballfloss. That literally makes zero sense.