[At some point, he'd removed his shoes, and at Lightning's approach during another of his many moments of rumination he'd been squishing his toes into the shore and watching as the waves pulled the sand away from his feet again.
The water's starting to get cold. Not unbearably so just yet, but he knows that'll come soon. He's learned it in his time here and with the patterns of weather. Bodhum never got cold; he knew that despite only having visited. Seasons were almost irrelevant.
He heard Lightning's approach and so her touch doesn't startle him. Hope turns around, mirroring the smile with a quiet one of his own.]
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The water's starting to get cold. Not unbearably so just yet, but he knows that'll come soon. He's learned it in his time here and with the patterns of weather. Bodhum never got cold; he knew that despite only having visited. Seasons were almost irrelevant.
He heard Lightning's approach and so her touch doesn't startle him. Hope turns around, mirroring the smile with a quiet one of his own.]
Hey.